Hum

the morning image from the satellite is all blue and green
and we've all got wounds to clean
here's a rag, here's some gasoline
she wakes up fine and rested well
released at last from in the sleeping cell
breathing comes with ease
it's a sweet revenge
built on a chemical ride
my medicine man is the best
wires to the temples, place them on
lace them on, let's see how we sound
it's all green to me
what a sweet revenge
it's all green to me
see them lift off one by one
I see a cool spot here let's bring her down
pedal to the ground
a lovely mess
that I am blessed to see
of me
she lifts her wings up high
send her shrill of a lifetime until we die
all the dreams, details
affected in the colored sky
the morning image from the satellite is all blue and green
and we've all got wounds to clean
here's a rag, here's some gasoline
it's all green to me
{it lifts up your days in a single phase, i felt your hand}
{lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize}