Who would know better than us pleasure seekers. Than to meet inside of the shamanic speakers. Where past is a memory, future is an illusion. Where only the power of now.
On meridians of madness. On the parallels of love. We try hard, run from each other. But our work is never done. . So we meet again. (Amen). And we sigh again.
Have you ever been to American wedding?. Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring?. Where is the musicians that got the taste?. Where's the supply that's gonna last three days?.
Yeah, oh yeah, you seen me walk on burning bridges. Yeah, oh yeah, you seen me fall in love with witches. And you know my head is held inside by stitches.
Suddenly - Ryan Ferguson. . Suddenly I just found myself waiting for the phone to ring. And Im hiding out simply cause its scaring me. Im not relying on the people that I oughta be.