Walk outside with a mustache,
Sacred stands on water on my back.
The feeling it’s been a while.
Zip around as the sun lags.
Spinning head, a body in my bag.
The notion I’m alone here.
Shouldn’t have brought you up that mountain.
Didn’t know that would happen.
What’s that about life’s fountain?
My friend, you can trust me.
I’m just out here to wander.
Hey man, get your feet off my water.
Stand up here on an old bed,
meaning there depends on how it’s read.
They say it was an ocean.
Glide on top of a shell farm,
distant eyes watching the world get harmed.
Who is believing your story?
Walked outside with a mustache.
I didn’t know that would happen.