Song | Cuba TM |
Artist | Schneider TM |
Album | The Art of Chill 4 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
i want to figure out | |
what the future is about | |
are we going to stay the same, | |
or will we change our shape? | |
because of acid-rain, | |
because of too high gain, | |
cast our skins, | |
covered by a thin membrane...? | |
to let the sound come in, | |
to let the bowels spin, | |
to let love come in...? | |
and we could use the sloughed skin as raincoats... | |
as saturn bursts through the sky | |
our arms would spin like windmills | |
our bodies refuse to fly... |