death to birth

From ripe
To rotten
To real, to live.
Should I lie down or stand up
And walk around again?

My eyes finally wide open up.
My eyes finally wide open shut.
To find the fount of sound
That hears the touch of my tears.
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others.
But we smother each other
With the nectar and pucker the sour
A bittersweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Flies to the last of gasp we left... on this earth
Oooh ooh

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to...
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to...
Yeeeah yeeeah
Yeeeah yeeeah

Should I die again? Should I die around?
The Pounds of matter wheeling through space
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own (x4)
cold dead face.
Oh, with my own wooden case.
Yeeeah yeeeah
Yeeeah yeeeah

Pucker the sour
Sugar sweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Flies to the last of gasp we left on this earth

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to...
What should I die again? Should I tell you when?
The pounds of matter wheeling through space
I know I'll never now untill I come
face to face


BSO Last Days - Pagoda