fog

dont want to think about yes, dont want to think about no. dont want to think about faith and and dont want to think about tomorrow. straight into the obscuring fog of haha, because everything i want is all in a dream anyway.

well, i dreamt i saw the silver spaceships flying
in the yellow haze of the sun
there were children crying and colours flying
all around the chosen ones
all in a dream, all in a dream
the loading had begun
flying mother nature's silver seed
to a new home in the sun

after the gold rush, flaming lips