Creeping Weeds - Fountain lyrics
Though this world may be unkind There's no sense whining over our spilled wine It amounts to nothing but wasted time And wasted time's not a friend of mine So long time lover let's head for the hills Run from this town in the search for our fountain One day they'll ï¬nd us frozen and still Miles from this life on top of a mountain Where we'll stay preserved in the ice from decay As the world melts away Every color burns to grey Millions of years shrink down to one long day Planets and spheres reduce to balls of clay Will it all seem so still when the dream's been fulï¬lled? When the world stands still the journey's fulï¬lled