Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try. Dream of living jungle heed my way. Back home when we die. . West of the fields, west of the fields.
Pitiful and crying, talking to the wall. A friend of heres was crying, couldn't calm her down at all. And she needed a little comfort, you know what I mean.
The other night, I had a dream. I was dying in desert sand. And then above watching over me. Stood an angel with a golden hand singing. . Sheila, Sheila, Sheila, Sheila, Sheila, Sheila.