The Next Breakfast

Eazy enaugh we searched for that secred muse
if full of emptyness, what can we use
try to think of thinks fine and bold
you cast away the net to pan up the gold

Caravan of thought running through the night
when you let it go, let it down the light
water run down wait for sea



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Pembroke, Pekka Eero Rechardt
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