Must've been forces that took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses that I've been in
But the main closest hark! it gives meaning Mine
I cannot really post this, AH feel the signs
I worried bout rain and i worried bout lightning
But I watched them off to the light of the morning
Marking the slope slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it's harmed it's harmed me it'll harm I let it in
Oh the old modus out to be leading live
Said, comes the ponens demit to strive
A word about Gnosis it ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts or weigh to find
I hurry bout shame, and I worry bout a worn path
And I wander off just to come back home
Turning to waltz hold high in the lowlands
Cause the days have no numbers
It harms me, it harms me it harms like a lamb So I can depose this
partial to the bleeding vines
Spose you can't hold shit how high I've been
What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses, or stay behind
I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And walked it off how long i'd last
Sore-ring to cope whole band on the canyon
'When the days have no numbers
Well it harms it harms me it harms I'll let it in