Back Togethor.

Back Togethor

Underneath the luago tree me and my darling sitting stitching clothes. On me she came she came a shining and I was milking love lace drops upon the world so calming little silver purple spots all in my eyes so shining

Fresh air summer clothes to wear magic rings mad in spring full of love but no release I need a fairy to count all my teeth I want to I see I can see I see anew but it’s not for me to be alone this world that appears so beautiful love that I believe shines creating ever reaching growing stars church bells chime

This world seen through magic eyes I want to share, that’s if you love it too my friend told me I’m on a quest well allujah maybe I am a quest to walk this world until I finally find that girl and say hey and she says hey
Magic eyes off we go the same way.

How many times have I made mistakes heart wrenching mistakes and how many chances do we get to make these mistakes right looking at life simply for a minute I understand that I love it and I’m also loving the way that’s in me day to day I’m on the ball and savvy of course I understand that the world becomes even more magical when you have someone in which to share, so I’m looking forward to the times when I wake up and you are there, only thing is how many chances do we get?
An infinite number of chances?
Because there’s times when I’ve slipped and fallen down the steps,
Like when this girl at a rave came up to me and said I was hot, I was so not used to this ever happening and completely the opposite of smooth that I didn’t know what to do, I flummoxed I was speechless when I should have been speech full, man I could have done anything instead of just losing it standing there doing nothing, I was way shy, shit, if that happened now or if i went back in time, id tell her she was hot because she was smoking and it was my mistake to be so scared, sending her away, it’s not nice either, crushing someone’s spirits a little

And again with hey joe I got scared I should have dared instead I ended things to stick with my mates the wrong thing to do another mistake
And when you sweet you whispered in my ear with your gorgeous voice come to bed, i was stoned i got more stoned was that my mistake,
And again a heart written on a card talking about wanting to see me as if that was so hard but it took me so long selfishly wrapped up in a depressed coil to realise the words I was reading with my own eyes I love you, yeah I love you too but what are we supposed to do, I’m just too good at making mistakes.

A girl that called me teapot, oh dear, who came to visit me, who thought things were going to be, well me and her, eee, another broken heart, ah well move on, eee yumbo, let the malting strands of hair float sweet messages in the air, no more mistakes, breathe be at peace, let it be,

For ive made more than my share of fair few mistakes moments where I understand I’ve taken away peoples shine, and that’s completely the opposite of what I want to do, i dont want to hurt people, i dont want to hurt a soul, i dont even want to hurt myself anymore,
And also times to question whether I’ve thrown away my chances maybe I didn’t go the whole wide world maybe I already found you then cast you awash girl overboard did i abandon you to the oceans spray maybe you’ve abandoned me in that case well perhaps we were never meant to be
Just a mistake.

All those hearts i break
all those hearts we break
are
just mistakes
kind of makes me feel good about sniffing glue
the expression take two

Take two...

Here we go again
Sitting underneath the ayahuasca tree
me honey and me birds of a feather
sit stiching patchwork pieces
when the moon glows down the sun rises up
the tall grass sways
surf and turf surf and turf
sway sway sway
me honey and me begin sticking
all them heaps of broken heart pieces
back togethor.