Green to Me (edit)

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, 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

I see them lift off one by one, I see a cool spot here, let's bring her down

Level to the ground, a lovely mess, that I am blessed to see, of me, of me

She lifts her wings up high, sends her shrill of a lifetime until we die

And 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

Lift up your skies and all the other times you realize

It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand

Lift up your skies and all the other times you realize

It lifts up your days in a single phase