Spirits Lyrics

Go and roll around a very lonely lonely soul

Sleeping on a simple side of dying yellow days

Growing with the hammerhead of sacrificial bread

You say you return the early bitter morning haze

Rolling with a whimper and you call it in the night

A cantilever raises bellows in the heaven mode of heaven dying

The white house

With symmetry

The white house

With mystery

Rolling times I feel a certain peace

Of nothing in the way of have another day

Killing time upon another space

You feel it in the wind you feel it in your face

Different ways to come upon a man

Who’s going in his face who’s suffered all the lamb

Get along and find your way my friend

You’ll see a different path you’ll see a different end

The white house

With symmetry

The white house

With mystery

The white house

With history