Thoughts

[Verse 1]

Thoughts right now

I picked up a magazine

Oh, here they go: fifteen hundred years

Fifteen hundred years right here

Oh, burning witches, burning books

Burning babies in their looks

Yes, indeed

Burning everything that's sacred in my genes, yes

[Verse 2]

Oh, thoughts right now

She's been everybody else's girl

Thoughts right now

Thoughts right now, right, right now

Am I here, oh am I here?

I'm never here, I'm never here, I'm never here

I am never, never a bird

In the flower, in the tree

In the pain of the respect thereof, yes indeed

[Verse 3]

Thoughts right now

What will become of me, become of her

Become of we, babe? Yeah