Letras: Blood Root Mother. The Rabbit Hole. Weed.

Weed All of that which could hurt ya in all of the world could never harm you in my arms my love, My girl. Although I know it?s a hopeless, unreasonable dream, could you check and see if you feel what I mean. Are you there? Are you sleeping? I?m curious as to what you?re needing. Experience? Otherworldly feeling? An active life at the cost of being? A lonely god recognizing meaning would surely pass us up while weeding through this mind of us. Be true to thy self. I am but a weed in this garden. Insignificant just like all of us, ain?t no flower. But I believe that we got the hour. Put into words how you?re meaning, an act of god or a tree for leaning. So join the party, don?t be reluctant, it?s already started just feel it fluctuate