Well, the distance makes you pretty. And now you're cracked and gray. And your legs they move like scissors. Open up the wound each time you give yourself away.
Well, the morning is fading to the day. And I lie here and watch as you fade away. And the stillness holds me down like a thief. And it robs me of my peace.
I'll be waiting for you at Leary's Gate. Elevate your mind, your pain I'll take. I'll fill your head with medicine, I'll make you smile. And all your worries disappear just for a while, just for a.
Wind, pick up this dandelion flower. Blow it far away from here, where the world has never seen. The beauty that it knows, it lies softly where it goes.