اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
At Convict Lake, we staked our tent
When the wind rose up, the willows bent (oh ohh, oh ohh)
Their airbone spores were released to me
I opened my mouth and let them in (oh ohh, oh ohh)
A small black X on the edge of the camp
I couldn't wait to fall off the map
And so I took another tab
Oh ohh, oh ohh
A lost bobcat found himself in the camp
I held him close, I fed him by hand
And then I took another tab
My friends came down way too soon
I stayed high like the silvery moon
Oh ohh, oh ohh
I awoke in a hospital bed
Bound down like Gulliver tied up in thread
You can't take back what you put in your head
