And So On

Couldn't feel my hands but I reached out anyway Into the old smoke ripple My eyes confused me but I used them anyway And saw the light in double or triple All biz, gee wiz, and so on Might of missed the gist of the gist, but go on Can't hold up the mountain, but it stands up anyway Just as easy as I tumble down Strange patterns in grey and greyish grey All the way as my ears just fumble around In a hiss and a buzz, and so on This is where the was all was, so just go on Bent angles, but whatever works Snow angels in desert dirt And the feeling that everything hurts, and so on Bent angles, but whatever works Snow angels in desert dirt And the feeling that everything hurts, and so on So on so on so on And the feeling that everything hurts, and so on