I. Intro: The Story of Fred Short

[Verse 1]
Here to perceive some of the opening of light and vibration
Which presented micro spectrums of woven wisps [?]
As the creative state is defined in the process
As sympathy seemed to arrive into the wicker where the winds faced the rain
Into the light
As sympathy seemed to arrive into the wicker where the winds faced the rain

Oh, oh, oh
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that
Shouldn’t do me that

[Chorus]
I don’t why I we’re on a state of light wandering by
Show me the way to your wicks in your eye
Whatever happens too I’ll always ask of you
I don’t why I we’re on a state of light wandering by
Show me the way to your wicks in your eye
Whatever happens too I’ll always ask of you