Learning is a small sting,
is a small burn on the tip of the finger,
it's a warning, a bitter taste
that lingers on the tip of the tongue
But the soul,
infinite vessel has no tiny edges
safe to expose, for what it wants,
it goes, and when it goes
it really goes
Headstrong, headlong plunge...
and godspeed to anyone who follows
The green space
that we started in, we ruined
in its entirety
but what's divine in you,
and what's divine in me,
is still up to you, is still up to me
We planted seeds of that fruit
you shouldn't eat, and it turns out
the tree's just like any other tree
nurture it and it flourishes
nurture it and it flourishes
nurture it and it flourishes
And the soul,
infinite vessel has no tiny edges
safe to expose, for what it wants,
it goes, and when it goes
it really goes
Headstrong, headlong plunge
(and godspeed to anyone who follows)
when it goes
follow
when it goes