Bohemian Sun Lyrics

Reaching in and letting up

Signs within a giving cup

Making lines and giving up

A mind that never finds enough

They were, so afraid

Growing up and getting made

Growing luck to break a leg

Thinking it would always stay

I see you

I hear you

And I need you

I fear you

Creases in the world

Agitating in the youth

Sorrows on the moon

Pouring lies from cups of truth

To win's to lose, to lose is to die

Till death we choose a mournful lie

There's no good answer

We're writing words with cloying affection

There's no good pleasure

Just picayune endings, inane reflections

There's no good answer

We're writing words with cloying affection

There's no good pleasure

Just picayune endings, inane reflections

The mountains sing

Of fleeting things

The prairies cry

We know we'll die

The forest hum

Of cyclical glum

Bohemian Sun

Won't flee, he's won

Branches only come from trees

Trees only come from

Your Bohemian Sun, your Bohemian Sun

Moving, moving, moving with the pines

Moving, moving with the beetles