Album: Antarctica
I was dreaming of Abraham's bosom
And all the leaves in the garden
All the hopes and promises of
Paradise
I can see
I'm so free
To roll around
In the earth's roots and bones
Color fast, color slow
Nothing really chages anymore
I was dreaming of Jesus
He smelled like December
He was down with the seraph
Setting us natives free
With bright , bright wings
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