Lyrics
Must've been forces
That took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses
That I've been in
But them the main closest
Hark! It gives meaning, Mine
I cannot really post this, ah, flee the signs
I worried 'bout rain
And I worried 'bout lightning
But I watched them off
To the light in the morning
Marking the slope
Slung low in the highlands
(Where the days have no numbers)
If it's harmed me, it's harmed me, it'll harm me, I'll let it in
Oh, the old modus
Out to be leading live
Said, comes the old ponens
Demit to strive
A word about Gnosis
It ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry 'bout shame
And I worry 'bout a worn path
And I wander off
Just to come back home
Turning to waltz
Hold high in the lowlands
('Cause the days have no numbers)
It harms me, it harms me, it harms me like a lamb
So I can depose this
Partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can't hold shit
How high I've been
What a river don't know is
To climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses or stay behind
I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off
How long I'd last
Sore-ring to cope
Whole band on the canyon
(When the days have no numbers)
Well, it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in
