Mushroom Smile

Can't you read the patterns, can't you see the

end what goes around comes around, here

we go again yeah.

Can't you read the patterns, can't you see

the end what goes around comes around,

here we go again yeah. Can't you feed your

senses enough to realize to see just how the

story goes, the way the pendulum strikes.

Rest my head on the mushroom dust

spending vacuum time. Mark her turns with

my

silver brush watching from the sky.

And there is no difference no rich and open

minds. No change no further evolution, no

wisdom earned by time. Where's the point

in racing endlessly when it's enough by far to

blow us clean. It takes the day when stars fall

from the sky before our hearts gets wider than

our pride.

I can see tomorrow with my rearview eye.

Our past will twist and turn again, I see the

mushroom smile