THISCONVERSATIONSEEMSLIKEADREAM
Album - 4 marzo 1997 - Debaser id 129305

Mother I am your naked son Wonder If god is in anyone Your land Smeared into ruin and dust Why have we all turned to stone? Have you foreseen this... Timezone The curse of a thousand tears Your heart Stilled by a burning spear Ashes As far as the eye can see If truth in everything is lost I am the dream of... Voices Deep in the red Kundalini rise up from the dead Lost tribes Pounding their drums See the cobra come Naked son Wolfheart Howling into the wind Eagles Flight will begin again Desert The sky will return to see If truth in everything is lost I am the dream of... Voices Deep in the red Kundalini rise up from the dead Lost tribes Pounding their drums See the cobra come Naked son Dance fire medicine man Kundalini rise up from the dead Strike back at the black tongue See the cobra come, bring the naked son We will be as one... Mother Blue water all over me How can believe in all this echo... Echo Is there still time? Wonder If god is in anyone...

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Daniel (04:18)

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Kip Winger • THISCONVERSATIONSEEMSLIKEADREAM

Daniel stares over LA
Tiny little stairs over his head
Out on the lamb
His lying's on the loose
King of the jungle
Running from the truth
(Don't look now, the light just turned red)
Tiny little stairs over his head
Now he's just sitting by the rainbows end

Not missing this place
Empty faces
Not missing anything
I know that for sure
His has never been good luck
Only strange luck
Somewhere he lives again
I know that for sure
(and the lights are fading)

Daniel fled in a hurry that day
Down the little stairs
Back in through is head
Holdin' up the world
He's crying everyday
Couldn't lock the door
From the life that he blamed
(Don't look now, the light just turned red)
Tiny little stairs over his head
Now he's just sitting by the rainbows end

Not missing this place
Empty faces
Not missing anything
I know that for sure
His has never been good luck
Only strange luck
Somewhere he lives again
I know that for sure

(And the lights are fading)
(I'll be waiting for that day)

Not missing the eastside
Not missing the westside
Not missing anything
I know that for sure

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