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There is a bus driving through a park With eight gray-haired passengers And an awe-burned driver girl Thinking of night and the bar Now age is quite the muse Yeah, go climb all mountains Or sail every sea Then wait for death Strolled by babies aged eighteen Erect, under the holy hole-filled hymns The loosening skin of wrinkled men, Watch a green light And stretch arms across at bays Hold heaven some day, I will! we say And though my eyes hold no faith for sky I cannot help but know that I own a parallel of the unquenchable reach So let's say Forgive old ghosts of young people we were They're just halves of wholes Forget what I have told You know I've been too bold Like mismatched gloves and skin on snow My mind is not aligned with my soul Mazes of new neighborhoods Feel familiar now Letras de cancionesI'm so confused not being confused When your breasts rested on my legs I dreamed you asleep in the back of a van With me driving I looked happy, or at least happier These streets were unseen If there is more than a dream, then it's there I used to wish I was a plant Or at least lived in one Satisfy all my needs just by staring at the sun Untied, with my arms stretched out in the mud Or concrete But I'm no daffodil My legs hate standing still I will take the canvas off of my head Off your head And the sky around us will spread infinite Drive towards the sun But we have to Forget all of that old, or at least parts of it Forget what I've told, yeah remember that Desire can't hide in cordial folds, forever The mind must align with the soul Your hips pulsed Under my mouth and starving lips I strapped you into that van That we hadn't met yet Now you arch your back and scream We're not coming back To be born, we must push and push! And push and push and push... (Thanks to Kate for these lyrics) From Letras Mania