Mystery Cloud کے بول

Eyes like a satellite Fills the sky With a mystery cloud Why would these fantasies Now I know there is no, nowhere to go Eyes in this dead of night Cries like a hand on the fire Why would this send for me When you know There's no, new way to go Everybody should do in their lifetime Sometime One, is to consider death To observe skulls and skeletons And to wonder what it would be like to go to sleep, and to never wake up, ever That is the most- is a very gloomy thing for contemplation But it's like manure Just as manure fertilizes the plants and so on So as the contemplation of death, and the acceptance of death Is very highly generative of creative life You get wonderful things out of that