Astral - Rich Robinson

The water pulls down to wash away

Autumn color sound that washes me today

I’m golden red I can feel them with my hands

And a cool breeze brushes on my face

As I watch my child sitting play

Homeless is my homeless is my home today

Slowly cleanly the movement that we moves the tone

Watching seeing all the breaks and bends the mold

Stand up and gaze gaze upon the open stars

Astral projections sees the of my stars

Within the movement of the sun

Trades the finding sunsets in our car

Anyway we stop along the road

A feel old that I’m time

For this moment my life seems fine

For this moment my life is fine

Slowly cleanly the movement that we moves the tone

Watching seeing all the breaks and bends the mold

Stand up and gaze gaze upon the open stars

Astral projections sees the of my stars

Slowly cleanly the movement that we moves the tone

Watching seeing all the breaks and bends the mold

Stand up and gaze gaze upon the open stars

Astral projections sees the of my stars