The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we`ve all got wounds to clean, here`s a rag, here`s some gasoline.
She wakes up fine and rested well,
released at last from in the sleeping cell,
breathing comes with ease.
It`s a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride,
my medicine man is the best wires to the temples,
place them on let`s see how we sound.
It`s all green to me.
What a sweet revenge.
It`s all green to me.
See them lift off one by one,
I see a cool spot here let`s bring her down.
Level to the ground,
a lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me.
She lifts her wings up high, sensors show a lifetime until we die.
And all the dreams` details perfected in the colored sky.
The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we`ve all got wounds to clean,
here`s a rag, here`s some gasoline.
It`s all green to me.
(Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It`s all green to me.
(It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand.)
It`s all green to me.
(Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It`s all green to me.
(It lifts up your days in a single phase.)