Start off sooner than the rest of them
Kick that pebble down the avenue
Thought that I had got the best of them
Stick that metal down that steep canoe yeah
Hands as flippers down the wall bredrin
Tipping thoughtful motions that I knew
Easy all I told the rest of them
Memories of what come true
Conflict of interest, I guess
It’s all to do with the cosmology
You thought you knew it best, but no
It’s simple like the roots of tree
Take this like you would my gentleman
Knowing how we are all misconstrued
Let the freedom of my gentle skin
To a portion of my broken view
Take it as it is, a simple plan
Knowing how we are all misconstrued
Lie among this timeless ambience
Realise it starts within our youth
Conflict of interest, I guess
It’s all to do with the cosmology
You thought you knew it best, but no
It’s simple like the roots of tree
Separate from your soul, let it lean on
Separate from your mind, let it dream on
Hold it for a ransom, time to keep on, yeah
Please put forth that helping hand
