The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline

She wakes up fine and rested well,
released at last from in the sleeping cell,
breathing comes with ease
It's a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride,
my medicine man is the best wires to the temples,
place them on let's see how we sound

It's all green to me
What a sweet revenge
It's all green to me

See them lift off one by one,
I see a cool spot here let's bring her down
Level to the ground,
a lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me

She lifts her wings up high, sensors show a lifetime until we die
And all the dreams' details perfected in the colored sky

The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green
And we've all got wounds to clean,
here's a rag, here's some gasoline
It's all green to me
(Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize)
It's all green to me
(It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand)
It's all green to me
(Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize)
It's all green to me
(It lifts up your days in a single phase)