Blues after the Resurrection
Is just beginning, but blood
Is in the red, last summer
I dunked my head in the blues
Too easily, still in the morning
I run around looking for bread
For the body, I hunger and break
And the sky dreams a freedom
I’m just used to this becoming
Weeping the new me, the revolution.
Is just beginning, but blood
Is in the red, last summer
I dunked my head in the blues
Too easily, still in the morning
I run around looking for bread
For the body, I hunger and break
And the sky dreams a freedom
I’m just used to this becoming
Weeping the new me, the revolution.