The Hermitt - A Pointless Ride

From ripe to rotten, too real to live Should I lie down or stand up and walk around again? My eyes finally wide open up My eyes finally wide open shut I finally found the sound that hears the touch of my tears Smells a taste of all we waste could feed the others But we smother each other with the nectar and pucker the sour bittersweet weather It blows through our trees, swims through our seas Flies through the last gasp we left on this earth It's a long lonely journey from death to birth Should I die again? Should I die around the pounds of matter wheeling through space? I know I'll never know until I come face to face with my own cold dead face, with my own wooden case