Green Ginger and Toast
I'm off to that place where no one can find me - the pocket folded in, formed by the cupping of hands.
I'm off to that sea where the merfolk dive for food, where they freely give milk - they have so many ancient tales to tell.
I'm off to that cave where the glow worms shimmer their messages - their memories of light.
Because i have found a joy that persists despite what destruction may come; all cancers and pollution fall on their knees before it.
And i don't want to ever be misunderstood again.
And i don't want to ever be misunderstood again.
There are too many truths to bear - passion-christ style, passion-christ style.
I'm off to that place where no martyr of any path can find me - i do not want to hear of anymore tragedy, of anymore pathos.
I'm off to that pangea where romance is not simply pubescent fantasy but an internal atmosphere that surmounts all sense of soul-break.
I'm off to that generations' old kitchen where herbs sit by the windowsill, where grandmother after grandmother prayed their prayers into their recipes
Because i have found a resolve that knows no master - it takes me by the hand, guides the little boy to the fertile ground where sorrow can be fully understood.
And i don't want to ever be misrepresented again.
And i don't want to ever be misrepresented again.
There are too many truths to bear - passion-christ style, passion-christ style.
This time the sacrifice will be up to me...
This time the sacrifice will be up to me...
This time the sacrifice will be up to me...
...and the love too
...and the love too
I'm off to that sea where the merfolk dive for food, where they freely give milk - they have so many ancient tales to tell.
I'm off to that cave where the glow worms shimmer their messages - their memories of light.
Because i have found a joy that persists despite what destruction may come; all cancers and pollution fall on their knees before it.
And i don't want to ever be misunderstood again.
And i don't want to ever be misunderstood again.
There are too many truths to bear - passion-christ style, passion-christ style.
I'm off to that place where no martyr of any path can find me - i do not want to hear of anymore tragedy, of anymore pathos.
I'm off to that pangea where romance is not simply pubescent fantasy but an internal atmosphere that surmounts all sense of soul-break.
I'm off to that generations' old kitchen where herbs sit by the windowsill, where grandmother after grandmother prayed their prayers into their recipes
Because i have found a resolve that knows no master - it takes me by the hand, guides the little boy to the fertile ground where sorrow can be fully understood.
And i don't want to ever be misrepresented again.
And i don't want to ever be misrepresented again.
There are too many truths to bear - passion-christ style, passion-christ style.
This time the sacrifice will be up to me...
This time the sacrifice will be up to me...
This time the sacrifice will be up to me...
...and the love too
...and the love too