All my dismembered, half-remembered yesterdays
Snowing sour rays
Interfere with clearly being here today
I'm sorry to say
I think I've strayed
She said "say it - go aheard & at a planet bay it
Babe it's the same today
As any other day"
I've gone astray
I confess it, why should I repress it?
Unless it's wrestled through
It grows on you
When you've strayed
Gone into hiding, can't abide the latest tidings
From the tribe. It's reported hopes are thwarted
Nothing of the wonderful survives
Its resurrection is the purpose of our lives
But who can rise?
How thick the lids lie on my eyes
