I asked the world a question When did you begin? I asked him of his problems When did you go wrong? My singing cells have power An army by my side You so want my mind You trick my time And I run around and you're on your own Without with without you say at home at home How hard do you make it go? No mothers and fathers to make us anymore No arms or eyes to shape us Like life itself Then a thousand red coats scorn me You so want my mind You trick my time And I run around and you're on your own Without with without you say at home at home How hard do you make it go? You so want my mind You trick my time And I run around and you're on your own Without with without you say at home at home How hard do you make it go? It's just a memory Billions and billions of lights and hearts Befalling to embers through to coal Save from dust to dust To wind to desert to death I asked the world a question When did you begin? I asked him of his problems When did you go wrong? Those lead you who wake from the dreams which lies and shapes the farm in their eyes
I asked the world a question When did you begin? I asked him of his problems When did you go wrong? My singing cells have power An army by my side You so want my mind You trick my time And I run around and you're on your own Without with without you say at home at home How hard do you make it go? No mothers and fathers to make us anymore No arms or eyes to shape us Like life itself Then a thousand red coats scorn me You so want my mind You trick my time And I run around and you're on your own Without with without you say at home at home How hard do you make it go? You so want my mind You trick my time And I run around and you're on your own Without with without you say at home at home How hard do you make it go? It's just a memory Billions and billions of lights and hearts Befalling to embers through to coal Save from dust to dust To wind to desert to death I asked the world a question When did you begin? I asked him of his problems When did you go wrong? Those lead you who wake from the dreams which lies and shapes the farm in their eyes
