if it's your thing
to rummage round in the bins
for treasure
I won't stand in your way
Or put you in mine
stretch your limbs
cramped up and locked with pins
and needles
so sick of trying to
fill that void in your life
always chasing the trail of delight
exhausted by whatever you liked
no matter what you tried
and you never guessed it right
nothing down here to satisfy
heaven's in the sky
Oh its another day
from vomiting mouths of the strange
I hear the
desperate cry
for an end to this life
and from such morbid things
my heart begins to sing
I've just been
looking around the wrong place
for the wrong thing
always chasing the trail of delight
exhausted by whatever I liked
no matter what I tried
I never guessed it right
nothing down here to satisfy
heaven's in the sky!
