Seymour in fifty two The Reno gang of dudes They hover high and in Patterns to co-depend I’m having waves of all the Sleepy drunk and bianary calls The corners of my soul I’m livin' my own death And I never loved a moment wiser Bleeding of the soul I’m trying to control Beneath the current Theres always something Holding on my arm Beyond my god Struggling to be full Beyond my god To travel beyond all honesty Beyond my god And I’m hoverin in total control In an AR eagle eye How did we get this high Held and over the crows Whats funny to you now May be a nightmare down the road When they know what we know I’ll live a mild death I never loved a higher sizer Terror of the heart To Julie and Laura Beneath the rose Between the dirt and soil From my soul Beyond my god Struggling to be full Beyond my god To travel beyond all honesty Beyond my god I’m hoverin Beyond all that oh not let it be Beyond my god To travel Beyond all that oh no let it be Beyond my god