It’s 2.02 a.m. on Tuesday and
I should really be asleep
dreaming of tomorrows
unlikely as they seem
they’re shared by you freely
though unknowingly by most
through the great cosmic soup
that binds us
makes us One
It’s 2.02 a.m. on Tuesday and
I should really be asleep
dreaming of tomorrows
unlikely as they seem
they’re shared by you freely
though unknowingly by most
through the great cosmic soup
that binds us
makes us One