We like to smoke pot

We like it a lot

Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not

Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not

The nice pipe is here

A lighter is near

I won't become freaked out

fear not

sister dear

I won't become freaked out

fear not

sister dear

We miss the blue sky

It is cold

we will cry

Our being mind is waning and we now know why

Our being mind is waning and we now know why

We want to feel warm

yet outside the norm

We want to be a cradle held

and then to be reborn