Sisters and cousins and brothers of the mess
Tell me what they said to you
And what becomes of matters you'd like to confess are they lies despite claimed true?
And you'll sing often
Gotta keep him right by my side
And you'll sing often
Cuz he is a nephew of mine

He doesn't know much but I think he knows the gleaming colours of the appalachain snow
He adds and subdivides different sections of the mountain side

So keep your wisdown, keep your mission, who knows when it will be done
I never really wanted to know and it seems as though providing lasting numbers is all the only truth to you

They've sold all their old almanacs cuz they've got nowhere to be going to
But in the night sometimes, when it's close to nine, with the glancing eyes that say "Hey babe! Didn't realize you wanted to go anyway"

So let's not wait for time to pass, enough's enough you know
Even if the sky's stressed it's the best quest to go way in India
Complications of squeezed skin - it's not enough to do your head in
We could put it all to rest, we still have choice you know
It'll break apart right down in the earth below
Like shadows in a darkened corner - words like 'are' turn into 'were'


Lyrics submitted by Freemasons

Way in India song meanings
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