A voice was setting the mind
On leaving trouble behind
Make it to the trees
Where the soul agrees it's kind
No mail or telephone calls
No peely cracks in the walls
Or the terror in the sky
How long can you last?
Ask yourself the question
When it's come to pass
The last year frittered away
Made for no shiny display
Just a yen to simplify
Writer(s): Nina Nastasia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com