Never (k)now کے بول

Driving along I notice some pockets of air in the air I pause to listen for the bangs that are not quite there Along the stem of heaven I flow upwards, never down We bring more misery to the roots of the heaven`s crown With my feet I stomp the clouds nearer to the earth So you could learn what licorice and pitch are really worth The stingy taste of mustard in my mouth is honey-sweet But on my sacred tongue these two must never meet The guardian angel behind the shield of clouds Won`t hear the death-fear`s banging for the banging isn`t loud It only takes half an effort to break both sides The other half I`ll spend on making left and right collide I`m aming at an apple with a fireproof arrow of fire And never lie about it if it is your heart`s desire