I'm beyond the need to fit in,. And I can't understand wanting their love,. But most people's idea of friendship,. And the things that they call beauty,.
Years of development. Destroyed in day's. Beings the genocide. A great fire. Has affected. The earth, Moon and seas. As the earth. Began to tilt. All polar caps.
We could have had it all in our studio on 4th street. Every morning we rose with hope that we could change the world. or at least one mind. The songs came from Harvard Square and no longer were so rare.
Mein Denken tropft vertraumt wie Honig, und das Glas in meiner Hand. Es traumt von Rauchgold und der Sonne, starr zerfliesst die bleiche Wand. Dort draussen auf dem See treibt viele Stunden schon der Mond dahin.