Counting steps in my head

Is this all I get before I’m dead, before I

Quick

Think of something new

Thoughts we could all agree on

Just you and me

Great green pastures we on

Silk

Pretty day that we got

For ourselves

Mornings are coming

The heat will arise

Weeds to our thighs

Make me itchy from inside

Mist, mind is see through

I hear your thoughts, thought i knew you

But I don’t know you

Guess we’ll see when we die

Who was right and who was wrong

But it ain’t no thing

Don’t rush a ring

Mornings are coming

The heat will arise

Weeds to our thighs

Make me itchy from inside