Blind Spot of a lifetime this litter, pretty fingers on the phone
Non violent grace this religion, no one wants to be alone
Reclaim the rust the northern birds stay, they like the sun to hit their feet
Bandoloro on the radio, take a little time on Cherokee Street
Chaos and precision with a smile, sipping soma in the shade
Thoughts for the plane with brown eyes waiting, guitar callous whirlwind belief gets made
Carried on so far under the cross, manifestos to keep us safe
The time so weary of conflict, silent answers silent blame
I can't stand anymore, indecision