Organs on my pillow

Trouble my dreams

 

Movements of chemicals

Through my inner fabrics

Send signals

To my organs

 

There is nothing to do

Body knows exactly

What’s up in the story

 

Organs are magical

And mysterious

They provide me

With so much well-being

And atrocities as well

 

As for the right way to go

I got not a single idea

Body knows that

Nobody knows

 

The only choice that

Is working

Is to surrender

To the wanting

Of the universe

As it’s unfolding

It’s sheer fare of nothing

 

Beyond all your fears and believes

Nothing will ever come back

If you don’t send it first

 

Give, give and give

Without expecting

A single thing

Back any time

 

Then you will be blown away

By the wind on your screen

Whistling to your heart

How to sing the new song

That leads to your soul

Purpose is to be

Purpose is to give

And receive

When it’s back

To your pink Cadillac

 

Organs on my pillow

Trouble my dreams

 

Movements of chemicals

Through my inner fabrics

Send signals

To my organs