Saturated, cause tomorrow might never meet the dawn, And there might not be a better day for such plans. Where is the mystery, which hid the night from the sane? Empathy isnt the sun and the new-born moon is in wane.

And then to regain, we only came here for the rain, But the weatherbox aint been shook for sixty days, You stifle a yawn, and she is bored before shes born, - again, again again again.

She sat by and waited, for the rising of the afterglow, But theres no antenna you could grow, for such plans, Where is the symmetry, that made you want to pray? To shrink or slide between a skinny place, and a yard away.

And then to regain, we only came here for the rain, But the weatherbox aint been shook for sixty daysYou stifle a yawn, and she is bored before shes born, I dont know why.

And then to regain, we only came here for the rain, But the weatherbox aint been shook for sixty days, You stifle a yawn, and she is bored before shes born, I dont know why.