Lophophora
Rising high above the clouds.
Mountain of magic,
Standing tall and proud,
Your magical veins
Flowing silver and gold,
Your cumulus cloud glows misty red,
As Apollo sets beyond your head.
Releasing the pressure built over the years
The mountain is crying hot lava tears
Molten rock created under vibrations of
Sub-terranean thunder
Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand
The mountain is
Giving birth to the land.
Under your feet you feel a rumble
As thousands of rocks are starting to tumble
Above the trees where the buzz
Coccon
An empty night, an empty voice
I’ve seen the scenery for so long
I’ve made my bed, I’ve made my choice
There’s nothing left for me
I’m in a tunnel
And I know there is a light
At the end
But I can’t see it
(CHORUS)
I am floating on a cloud in the sky
And I am inside
Warm but not like lying in the sunlight
And I am inside
I’m tired
I'm tired
I loved you once, I don’t know why
Everything never is quite enough
It may have been blind, but it was mine
Is there a thing as true love
Dear belladonna come
Take me home back to sleep
Don’t bring me down
The milk sugar’s sweet
(CHORUS)
I am floating on a cloud in the sky
And I am inside
Warm but not like lying in the sunlight
And I am inside
I’m tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
(CHORUS)
I am floating on a cloud in the sky
And I am inside
Warm but not like lying in the sunlight
And I am inside
I’m tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I’m floating on a cloud in the sky