siddhartha

Hey Siddhartha. I'm distorted but
In control of my own game
In the backyard of where my brain lives
Things are pleasant. Sun is shining, and there I know

I won't see you, Monday morning
I guess a give-up doesn't give into your story
I'll bet your sorry ass would have found it complicated
When I said Ii was a gypsy and ill damn well entertain it

I've been fighting and I surrender
To nothing but the sound of the wind
I am light as a feather
And I follow the beat, from within
Just like the ocean
I'm pure emotion

I think I'm going down to Mexico
Sift through a jungle that you dare not go
I'll call it my home, find a tombstone
Climb in, lie down and let my mind go
Wake up to find my soul in the trees
Reconnect with my inner entity

(that’s where the wind sent to me...)

Two little birds crowned me king
Not of the physical but of where the ghosts sing
I was so honoured that i set them free
Into the earth they moved in harmony

Hey Siddhartha I'm distorted
But in control of my own game
And in the backyard of where my brain lives
Things are pleasant sun is shining and there I know