Fresh souls in the cornfield
Anthony put them there
And it's good, it's real good
It's the luck of the draw
How you wound up with me
You don't know how at all
But I beg you to stay
Crawl around on this earth
While the world's still small
Something wrong in my stars
Could you look at my chart?
Help me healing these scars
Could you learn to read minds?
In the case of mine
Do you read in the dark?
#GrantLeeBuffalo "Honey Don't Think"
#randomlyrics #grantleebuffalo
What we think is
Less than we know.
What we know is
Less than we LOVE.
What we love is
So much less than
What there is,
We are so much less
Than what we are.
Words are simply
A finger pointing
At the moon,
They're so far away
And so out of tune.
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me
I'll give you one, two, three
A head start
Four, Five, Six
Your fear's intoxicating
I don't know if this is a fair game
But you smell so good so it's you to blame
You can try to run
It makes it all the more fun
When I finally catch up to you
So little rabbit do you dance
Do you?
A grave a grave to put these lovers in, but bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin #RandomLyrics
Look at my horse, my horse is amazing.
Woke up this morning, and it seemed to me
That every night turns out to be
A little bit more like Bukowski
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read
But God, who'd wanna be
God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?
God, who'd wanna be
God, who'd wanna be such an asshole?
Ich folge dem weißen Kaninchen:
es bringt mich schon irgendwo hin.
Entlang der nie endenden Linien,
vorbei an des Kreises Beginn.