Small Pieces - Zulu Winter
I'm an old man praying for rain in a dry
Month
And I pray for youth to come back and be
Crude
Is there no touch no tingle no terrible crutch
For me to relieve for me to rely on
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
We're big we're better we're dreaming clever
We're big we're better we're dreaming clever
How deep is the pillow that catches our thoughts
And will it be soft or will it remain true
All our sick souls require is faith and desire
To feed our whims before our eyes grow dim
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling
What kind of man are you holding on to that
Feeling