Sheets Of Green - Cat Clyde

I’m looking for, I’m craving for

The feeling of my absent thoughts

Spiraling away from all my fears

It’s coming now, I’ll just relax

Following this sickness past

There are only good things here

And my mouth is dry

And my face is numb

Another one I will become

You know she makes me clean

Wraps me in sheets of green

Takes me underground to see the sun

Another one I will become

She makes me pure, the sweetest cure

Hands like vines caress my spine

Smoother than a wave on sand

Inside of me and underneath

She fills me with that sweet relief

Coating and contorting my disease

And my mouth is dry

And my face is numb

Another one I will become

You know she makes me clean

Wraps me in sheets of green

Takes me underground to see the sun

Another one I will become

Another one I will become

Another one I will become

And my mouth is dry

And my face is numb

Another one I will become

You know she makes me clean

Wraps me in sheets of green

Takes me underground to see the sun

Another one I will become

Another one I will become