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Sense Field In The Light Of Things

us begin I'd like to think, I was your friend We can start again In the light of things In the light of things In the light of things In the light of things

) (Sweet memories) Life, living in Flat bush and going to house parties Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry In my lifetime, ain't done too many things

Within it streams Where sense a choir of twisted nerves Stream Cold liquid streams Sweet silver smell I'm floating in Adhesive light Self-tasted kinds

in christ Take up!! Your cross quickly Stand fearless on the frontline Time to come with it Do the right thing Wake up!! And lets get it I ain't even

I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers I turned out the light

so strange its like they've all been zombified, blurred street lights fill my crying eyes, i grew some food from the ground, one thing that made sense

afar Sensing the violence of morning And breathing:and waiting for nothing Devouring the spirit, grinding the heart There are good things in the burning fields

perfect sense When you're spinning round, things come undone Welcome to Earth 3rd rock from the Sun 'Cause and effect, chain of events All of the chaos makes perfect sense

no bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio, no satellite I still make it back home Connected to the universe like a string of lights on the