From ripe to rotten To real, to live Should I lie down or stand up And walk around again? My eyes finally wide open up My eyes finally wide open shut To find the fount of sound That hears the touch of my tears Smells the taste of all we waste Could feed the others But we smother each other With the nectar and pucker the sour A bittersweet weather Blows through our trees Swims through our seas Flies to the last of gasp we left... on this earth It's a long lonely journey from death to birth It's a long lonely journey from death to... It's a long lonely journey from death to birth Oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to... Should I die again? Should I die around? The pounds of matter wheeling through space I know I'll never know until I come face to face With my own cold dead face Oh, with my own wooden case Pucker the sour Sugar sweet weather Blows through our trees Swims through our seas Flies to the last of gasp we left on this earth It's a long lonely journey from death to birth It's a long lonely journey from death... Should I die again? Should I die around? The pounds of matter wheeling through space I know I'll never know until I come face to face