I'm in there with ways I can't go
Just a mile from the holy land
Planting rocks to grow a new city
Years later, see were we left off
In your time you'd climb up the hills
Climb up the hills into my mind
Can't ring your bell
But I can repel
Down the hills in back of your mind
There's a diamond-shaped box in there
With stories of the 19th round
"Your life is dirt and the pills don't work.
I think you should go back to sleep."
Stick my tongue out, pet this kitten
Cough up a piece of I.D.
Scour the rug for tiny brown bugs
Close my eyes and roll down the hill
How many fill the sky with lofty feelings?
From the way they took the painting from the ceiling
Great things grow inside your tipi
So many smile from my knees
Hanging by a silver ripcord
Petty feelings
Blast a grandma, shave some wrist hair
Meet God and then move to the East
Idle movement so I can't prove it
You head up to the hills of the West
How many fill the sky with lofty feelings?
From the way they took the painting from the ceiling