No more time to tell how This is the season of what Now is the time of returning Of jewels polished and gleaming Now is the time past believing The child
High green chilly winds and windy vines In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender, They're crawling to the sun. Underfoot the ground is patched
Translation: Grateful Dead. The Eleven.
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you? Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too Come on now pretty baby, I just can'
about to happen in the next few hours I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead
could change My mind is stuck in the past no hope there to be fed Cause I can't turn the channel like the remote battery's dead And out my heart I can
cut Or went weeks without seeing money, you need to keep your mouth shut Cause folks in wheelchairs, and others layed up in hospital beds And people suffering till they drop dead
about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead
last day My true love gave to me Twelve drummers drumming Everybody could use a good drummer Yeah, I could use twelve drummers Yeah The Grateful Dead
day My true love gave to me Twelve drummers drumming Everybody could use a good drummer Yeah, I could use twelve drummers Yeah The Grateful Dead had
