Are you OK

You've been shot in the head

And I'm holding your brains

The old woman said

So I drink in the shadows

Of an evening sky

See nothing at all



The stars look so special

The snow looks so old

A frail form is drifting

Beyond the yoga-zone

Time to question the mountain

Why pigs can fly

It's nothing at all



I praise to you

Nothing ever goes away

I praise to you

Nothing ever goes

I praise to you