Low Era - Geese

Some are born with the psychic affliction

Catastrophic when they go in the street

It comes to people like you naturally

Leaving me blind to all time and all direction

Killing your nature just to irritate me

You lie every time you turn away and

You’re too naïve to be so petty

You’re only choosing what you’re going to say

In the middle of the night, she calls me

And all I know is patience and love for you

Pulls me up into the sky when she asks me

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

Swimming alone in a seaworld wasteland

Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool

Pulls me up into the sky when she asks me

Modern magazines and holy scriptures

My play rehearsals all go unheard

Love is running a little faster

Losing my body with one ancient word

On the hour of my death, the page rips

All is lost and I am left to rot

The beginning of the end approaches

You and I, we float up to the top