The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
She wakes up fine and rested well,
released at last from in the sleeping cell,
breathing comes with ease.
It's a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride,
my medicine man is the best wires to the temples,
place them on let's see how we sound.
It's all green to me.
What a sweet revenge.
It's all green to me.
See them lift off one by one,
I see a cool spot here let's bring her down.
Level to the ground,
a lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me.
She lifts her wings up high, sensors show a lifetime until we die.
And all the dreams' details perfected in the colored sky.
The morning image from the satellites is all blue and green.
And we've all got wounds to clean,
here's a rag, here's some gasoline.
It's all green to me.
(Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me.
(It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand.)
It's all green to me.
(Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize.)
It's all green to me.
(It lifts up your days in a single phase.)