I Mother Earth - Three Days Old Lyrics
The poetry of this hangoverI don't want to think, notToo hard anywaysThe scenery and fish, they're badTake another breath, another look and swallowHolding the hand of hard timesAnd falloutIt could be worse...My star could fallPacified by little thingsTones of beige and green seemTo halt a scream in waitingAll red eyes, all heads thinkingNo one says anything I canHear down here on the floorWhere I belongToo young to find the horsesToo young fighting causesI get overwhelmedAnd I feel three days oldAnother day goes and failsThe people lose control just cause'Things are going slowYour corduroy coat has left youJust when you're feeling the windAnd coldThen comes a rain of old thoughtsThat always have to wreck my highAnd bring me downYou and I are not the sameYou like everythingArms wave in a spin, blown byThings I've hated, faded to the pointWhere i'm not all thereCurled up on the floorWhere I belong