WHISTLE

You sleep like a mud and eat like a house
You and I only do it today
It looks like a machine and It looks
like the wind
The world of tomorrow will come to you and me
It's dry mind
You have some wound
It looks like old newspaper
The past is eternity and empty things
You should be ignorance as a scholar
You should be a pure rustic man see things
as they are
It's dry mind

I don't have unusual desire
I want to feel dry time every time
I don't have unusual desire
I want to feel dry
time every time
time every time
time every time
time every time

I don't have unusual desire
I want to feel dry time every time
I don't have unusual desire
I want to feel dry
time every time
time every time
time every time
time every time