I've seen them kneel with faded breath for the ritual
I've watched this experiance with psuedo higher levels
I've watched them leave their family in pursuit of their nirvana
I've seen them coming to line up from Switzerland and America

How long will this take, Baba?
How long have we been sleeping?
Do you see me hanging on to every word you say?
How soon will I be holy?
How much will this cost, Guru?
How much longer 'till you've completely absolved me?

I've seen them give their drugs in places of natured alters
I've heard them chanting kali, kali, frantically
I've heard them rodely repeat you teachers with iditism
I've seen them boasting the roads, and forgein dangle woods, beat

How long will this take, Baba?
How long have we been sleeping?
Do you see me hanging on to every word you say?
How soon will I be holy?
How much will this cost, Guru?
How much longer 'till you've completely absolved me?

Ave Maria, Ave Maria...

I've seen them overlooking God in their own essance
I've seen their upward glances in hopes of instant salvation
I've seen their ritcheouness mixed with their own loving confessionThe rain woke us up.
You turned round and just did it.
Good morning, slow down.
Have you remembered where you hid it?

You cried in the kitchen.
We made up in the hall.
I watched you get dressed.
Those boots make you too tall.

And we made each other late,
'cause I took my watch off there,
so it wouldn't scratch your skin,
or get tangled in your hair.

It wasn't long ago
we went on guided tours
but I forgot what it meant
to pretend my hand is yours.

It's best in the morning.
When we know it won't be rushed.
So leave the curtains closed
and come back when you've brushed.

Waylaid by the hand that leads.
Scale the heights of intimacy.
Forewarned, unarmed,
one intoxicating whiff and you're snared.

Dose up to delirium,
cross circles of death for the good,
deflect (all) contests.
One intoxicating whiff and you're snared.

Mock me - I'm convulsing.
I'm clutching at barbs.
Crass pity goes the deepest,
it magnifies the dross.

A grip enforced - barely healing.
I'm clutching at barbs.
Leave me to snatch and paw
then lick my wounds.

Struggle spent, I concede defeat.
Swing for scumbags
who heaved the leash.
Soft hands, sweet chance,
one intoxicating whiff and I'm snared!Who can know
The thoughts of Mary jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.

Who can know
The reasons for her smile
What are her dreams
When they've journeyed for a mile
The way she sings
And her brightly coloured rings
Make her the princess of the sky.

Who can know
What happens in her mind
Did she come from a strange world
And leave her mind behind
Her long lost sighs
And her brightly coloured eyes
Tell her story to the wind.

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.