green to me

the morning image from the satellite 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, lace them on, let's see how we sound, it's all green to me, what a sweet revenge, it's all green to me, i 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, sends her shrill of a lifetime until we die, and all the dreams, details affected in the colored sky, the morning image from the satellite is all blue and green, and we've all got wounds to clean, here's a rag, here's some gasoline, lift up your skies and all the other times you realize, it lifts up your days in a single phase, i felt your hand, lift up your skies and all the other times you realize, it lifts up your days in a single phase