you ask me
if I wanna get high
I`m a frequent flyer
and I fly with the wind
against it
would show my fear
the commotion
from all the flowers
the commotion
from all the tears
left a trail of change
left naked as the fog cleared
you say
your heart is outta wack
I grab my heartwrench
and turn it a couple of turns
to the left
and you`re alright
friendly fire
indeed it was
as time worked its way
it turned against the enemy
how friendly is a bullet
anyway
still here
but from now on
what`s brought to the table
may not be up for grabs
you may take a look
but, you will never be fed
my greatest teacher
was a stoner
but not a loner
teaching me things
from a world
I never knew existed
if I could change it
I would
the promised land
has never been closer
you can`t give back
something you never got
case closed on silver shore
