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, Place Them On
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 See Them Lift
Off One By One I See a Cool Spot Here Let's Bring Her Down
Pedal to the Ground A Lovely Mess That I Am Blessed to See Of Me
She Lifts Her Wings Up High Send Her Shrill of a Lifetime Until
We Die 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 It's All Green to Me {it Lifts Up
Your Days in a Single Phase, I Felt Your Hand} {lift Up Your
Skies and All the Other Times, You Realize}