Mother, feeling your hand I
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees
Exposed to winter`s cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It`s a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bonesWords of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
That`ll be the day I get the joke
(repeat from exposed to winter`s cold)
