I Mother Earth "Not Quite Sonic" |
Not yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems About sensibility And not who's listening No I'm not yet sonic What's real in the art school What's real in the white room Has yet to tell my conscience Who to trust my thoughts with Or who to love You're oh so sonic So and so fantastically boring You're a fashion whore Being real is one thing Being nothing's something But at this point There's something wrong Your chemically expensive hair Money that we wear Will get us what? It kinda makes you think Only animals Are friends... surreal friends Truly sonic The sights They're embryonic See what you want I'm not quite sonic The sounds They're quadraphonic Semi-moronic Not quite sonic The sights They're embryonic See what you want I'm not quite sonic The sounds They're quadraphonic Semi-moronic Not quite sonic Not yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point where I can say Ya I can tell my conscience Who to trust my thoughts with Or who to love You're oh so sonic The sights They're embryonic See what you want I'm not quite sonic The sounds They're quadraphonic Semi-moronic Not quite sonic The sights They're embryonic See what you want I'm not quite sonic The sounds They're quadraphonic Semi-moronic Not quite sonic Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |