Ah make me a believer
Ah make me un-believe her
[Verse 1:]
Ours is a fruitless labor
Base and benign
Laid to the waste endeavors
Red on the rind
Out in this listless posture
Seeds in the sun
Dream of the forest fire we will become
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
On to the yawning chasm
Bleached by the dark
When obsolescence has them
Visions depart
Yours an unwieldy welcome
Prickled and obtuse
Too wary to wear it out
To smooth it with use
[Chorus]
[Chorus:] Ah make me a believer Ah make me un-believe her [Verse 1:] Ours is a fruitless labor Base and benign Laid to the waste endeavors Red on the rind Out in this listless posture Seeds in the sun Dream of the forest fire we will become [Chorus] [Verse 2:] On to the yawning chasm Bleached by the dark When obsolescence has them Visions depart Yours an unwieldy welcome Prickled and obtuse Too wary to wear it out To smooth it with use [Chorus] Explain Request ×
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