Mustve been forces
That took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses
That Ive been in
But them the main closest
Hark! It gives meaning, Mine
I cannot really post this, ah, flee the signs
I worried bout rain
And I worried bout lightning
But I watched them off
To the light in the morning
Marking the slope
Slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If its harmed me, its harmed me, itll harm me, Ill let it in
Oh, the old modus
Out to be leading live
Said, comes the old ponens
Demit to strive
A word about Gnosis
It aint gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry bout shame
And I worry bout a worn path
And I wander off
Just to come back home
Turning to waltz
Hold high in the lowlands
Cause the days have no numbers
It harms me, it harms me, it harms me like a lamb
So I can depose this
Partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you cant hold shit
How high Ive been
What a river dont know is
To climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses or stay behind
Ive been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off
How long Id last
Sore-ring to cope
Whole band on the canyon
When the days have no numbers
Well, it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, Ill let it in