Nov 18, 2002 00:51
knee deep in the garden
her hands in the dirt
she loves her hat today
she loves the sun today
and she wonders why
she wonders why
she lives in a world
that has long left her
the man with no hands
likes it when she sings
and he wonders why
he wonders why
she looks for a new moon
forgets where she was
its her fake lasting life
that makes her cry
he died alone with himself
she died along side him
she loves her hat today
she loves the sun today
and i wonder why
i wonder why
and he cant have a smoke
she has one for him
she tastes his death
her hair is gone away
yesterday she was with him
today he sleeps in her
she wonders why hes gone
she wonders why shes here
and she wonders why
she wonders why
if she could be on that cloud
what a world it would be
and if she could ride that cloud
what a world it would be
~Blak