Galavant Tramp

Just beyond your hand's reach
The ceiling moves more than my feet
I sit around and contemplate
What is wrong and what is great
I searched for god like he's in me
But I'm lost in a tapestry
Where paisley leaves fall from trees
And rot away in blotted dreams

So touch yourself
Feel yourself
Your set free
Yeah
Free
Yeah

Day and night we waste it all
And closer now the reaper crawls
Last of laughs made at all
Will be his when you fall
But when he takes you by the hand
Understand you're the better man
Because with pain comes relief
And he'll never know just what that means

So touch yourself
Feel yourself
Your set free
Yeah
Free
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Reed Jackson
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