Lyrics
The making of a meme, so goes my Brothers dream.
Two sides to the fall, and always four side to the lean.
But I won't leave, I won't leave him in betweeen.
Walking alone on the shore.
because the making of a meme is no easy dream.
Keeps him for asking for more.
That eyes in your mad a key, One day we will be in the cemetery green that our father worked to clean.
You see.
The house of saint give me is a holy place.
For working alive and for sure is the house of saint give me, keep him from wanting more...
mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm.
One more watcher made aware of the watching in his stare leads us to an original core.
So comooooooooon, comoooooooon, whoa whoa, mama me oh, tell me how long till I go, to the cemetery green that my Father keeps to clean, you see that the plot he must tend, is that which has no end.
The more you know the less you can be sure.
But the house of Saint give me thats my trail and my trace.
Keeo]ps me from wanting more.
Mmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmm.
one more watcher made aware of the watching in his stare One more watcher made aware of the watching in his stare leads us to an original core.
So Comooooooooon, cmooooon, cmooooooon.
