a mushroom cloud by the side of the road
if you ever light up, i'll be there
i would stop you but
i'm missing a limb
no hands to reach out and take
the fire from your lips
buried belonging to the sand
the medicine man, that vital organ
he is running down the well
but the well's run dry
war across the sea
see the land mines in me
quantum physics inside a place
where there is no place for them
confused and searching
we must find that one time when we all had a soul
you are the casualty
and i am your phantom limb
1 comment:
likewise, :(
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