The Dialectics Of Impertinence

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Nothing as easy as flying in your sleep,
Ain't no way out if you get in too deep,
When you got high things on your mind

Life is a forest of whispering trees,
Crawling on eggshells down on your knees,
When you got high things on your mind

Heeding the call, clear as a bell,
Nothing ever changes far as I can tell
When you got high things on your mind

You don't sweat, you don't swear,
You don't fret and you don't care
When you got high things on your mind

You bring love like Christ.
Do not be angry at my words,
I do not speak them lightly.

But who could understand
Your mystic gaze
Save he who saved the world.

And I? I find myself
In realms where
Only gods and madmen dwell,

For I am resurrected,
Having touched the hem
Of garments made of soul.

11. High Things
(McGowan) Heavy. Untouchable. Living. -- Jore

This took a couple of days to write - all I had was the first line. I had no idea it would end up sounding the way it does - but that's what happens. -- Davy