Richmo produced this track. Horns by Glen Bolton and Joseph Young.
lyrics
Well its me I know
That the voice isn't real
But my friend is low
He's always stuck up with the steel
Its the seed he sews;
This is simply how I feel
Because the needle goes
All abilities to heal
And I wish I could say
I have never been so scared of paradise for my family
But narrowly I will escape the clutches of the tragedy
Everybody's not so lucky to be blessed with clarity
Right now its my friend caught in the mix alive but barely
Locked in one apartment and he's always got on eye
Peeking through the blinds to see who's come to help him die
Double check the locks
Scratching at his socks
Bleeding from his arm that drags behind him when he walks because....
Chorus
Keeping myself alive in this one vision planetary minded
Ecological focus feels the force and helps unwind it find it hard
To ask yourself the questions life demands of you
Stop pretending your at levels no one else has risen to
The source, the same that brings a life to death
Will still remain, the source, that's all that we have left
And just the same, the source, will form a brand new life so reach your hands into the ground and dig some happiness from strife because.....