I had a thought just then Nearly did me in But I called and said 'no' Just to make it go This is the crude discipline That keeps me running A honeycomb spun Could I spin it any thinner? Should I hold all my money Or spend it all in one night On the biggest woman That I can find Well it doesn't seem to matter much And worse still this tremendous touch To conquer what I will Return without a chill And feeling open still And wanting to be filled Seek and ye shall find You need more seeking time And when I overcome Nothing rises to meet me Destroy everything Examine the remains Destroy everything Then rebuild it again This is the crude discipline That keeps me running...
There`s A River In The Valley Made Of Melting Snow