Sweet feelings complete my days
I know the rules. Pain is all relative.
The skippers say I'm crazy, but I can prove 'em wrong,
The coach drives on just as before;
colony at prayer in the gray dawn
I hate myself for this
Today we will spend the day playing outside,
Some marshmallow earmuffs, some licorice shoes,
When all but dead of thirst,
As I see my crazy nights’ turn gray and disappearing in
Sweet feelings complete my days
I know the rules. Pain is all relative.
The skippers say I'm crazy, but I can prove 'em wrong,
The coach drives on just as before;
colony at prayer in the gray dawn
I hate myself for this
Today we will spend the day playing outside,
Some marshmallow earmuffs, some licorice shoes,
When all but dead of thirst,
As I see my crazy nights’ turn gray and disappearing in