Though the sign says "Monterey: Forty light years from right here," we'll go anyway
Got a head start on the clouds as the view, dream-like, rolls away.
While every song you hate is playing in your head softly a loving sound
Now the quiet never stays
Porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays keeping me awake
With this fine knit elastic crowd, stretching out living new age golden days
But when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost
Fascination, overkill and sensation whole and violent
When you're high you might touch down in gardens of Gargantua
When all the world is spinning say hello to him from all of us
When all is all undone and sung without a sound
Over the always
Nobody elevates
Hoping for enlightening
Voices out of nowhere
Fastened tight crashing light into walls
If you look around at all you might feel small
Where the soul lives
Where the whole thing is going down
Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind, rain and everything
And though the hum and sway gets me down I'll find the way to peace and openness
But when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost
In fact I'm waiting for everyone to shut up
12 years назад