Lyrics

om

god i never heard your voice so soft
i'm burning your name in a soft pine cross
she's the queen of summer fun
he's pulling lawn chairs out into the sun

lean--my legs are numb--i could stand some--hey, om

but i watch the wall sometimes
and i'm sticking more than i'm stoned
because i'm holding something--don't want anyone to know
can you guess which hand it's in
you've got an answer for everything

where the grass and sky meet hard--it's arizona in my yard
steals the feeling from my hand
like burning your words in a coffee can

kneel--the rice is done, guru pablum--hey, om

but i watch the wall sometimes
and i'm sticking more than i'm stoned
and if i seem empty--i don't want to overflow
so i'm stopping more than i go