(ween)

The washing's out, it's hanging up
And all I had is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what deaner was talking about?
And I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend

If I were king I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert, and just to kill
I might even slip you something

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what deaner was talking about?
And I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what deaner was talking about?
And I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend

I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend
I do not think I will ever return
Again, my friend

• Astral Conversations With Toulouse Lautrec
• Dancing on The Moon
• Different Today
• Does Your Mother Know?
• Everywhere is All Around
• Get Ready
• Give Me Some Truth
• Halloween
• Heroin, Vodka, White Noise
• I Need Somebody
• Luther Ingo's Star Cruiser
• Radiation
• The Little Pond
• There's a Star
• What Deaner Was Talking About
• Where Our Love is Going