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Original subtitles
Part of me.
It's all a part of me.
The ground is open wide.
I'm getting sucked inside where my soul can hide.
The daggers sing a song.
The rain clouds come along.
They tell me I belong.
The ground is but the sea.
The sea is but a tree. And the tree is but me.
The tree is but me.
The sea is but a tree. And the ground is but the sea.
It's all a part of me.
It's all a part of me.
I'm standing still.
I'm drifting down a hill.
Smiling jackal do.
Looking through the dreams of the cool trees, oceans of my dreams.
The ground is but the sea, the sea is but a tree, and the tree is but me.
The tree is but me, the sea is but a tree, and the ground is but the sea.
The ground is but the sea, the sea is...
Thank you.
That's a funny colored ribbon playing love
bits out of tune.
It must have gotten blended by the
psychedelic news.
What a weirdly lighted prism this car is
skating.
In the night, I think it is less than foolish
from a culinary life.
This magic love may never end
or rattle off its flea like
organ boughs.
On roads but in the east And if all the
stars were white ones Like and white
at noon There's no reason
I can't love you Keep the psychedelic mood
My gourd.
psychedelic mood.
They're just reflections of the wind that gives the truth to
winter's light.
Through marble cities, dusty fields, come recollections of poor
cotton cries and faces out of cloudy dreams.
The shadow.
They're just dead seashells against my ear.
And bubbles of the life I used to live.
When handles on the clocks were all that I could see.
Now they've passed like foam and disappeared into the dark.
Now there's only sunlight and the shadows on the walls.
The shadows.
Except there's lonely ghosts inside my mind. I see them everywhere I
go as I crawl through time.
Into the past where darkness never lasts and
everything is white as snow.
The white as snow.
The shadows on the wall
Don't exist at
all Only you and me and all that used to
be The pounding of my heart And all that's left is just
a memory