Talk Talk to me sweet child of god Talk to me in lustful praise In the golden wheat fields Feel the price of something lost That accent lingers within my reach Childish life has lived too long How can you not understand? I am not the only one with thought So tell me what you think of life Tell me what you think of time Time and time has come again The time has gone for summer rain But in a phone booth by the 24 hour store Talk to me about the truth, truth of lying Truth of youth listens softly in the grass Behind the bush behind the booth, lying Sense be had, but not be made And amber colored intoxication With a glass contained fire Where have the shamans power been? Where are the keys for eternal peace? Born on this land Native born Characterized by haughty scorn Thrown away and piled steaming Ruined and only few beautiful pastures remain Find out how to open up You have the power to fix the gap GenerationÍs letters find Have not had the life to tell me what I can be To live my life successfully To be a person that something means Even if it is impossible It should be good to try to have Something they said echoing through Canyons, valleys, mountain streams That is what we really need To be living naturally
