the clouds spelled apocalypse
the clouds smelled the politics
I meet so many people, I gave up on names.
I figure that's okay 'cause I just call everyone "man" anyway.
rollin' over, rollin' over
returning to the dream
rollin' over, rollin' over
returning to a dream
with the earth agree to circle any and all points
can each be the center simultaneously
our world continues ending at its infinite variable speeds
the clouds spelled apocalypse the clouds smelled the politics I meet so many people, I gave up on names. I figure that's okay 'cause I just call everyone "man" anyway. rollin' over, rollin' over returning to the dream rollin' over, rollin' over returning to a dream with the earth agree to circle any and all points can each be the center simultaneously our world continues ending at its infinite variable speeds