Lyrics:
sometimes I am pitted and barelike a small bookstore after a fireI know I'll find no harbor therethe stormy waves keep getting highersometimes I am washed of colorlike a drawing on the sidewalk after rainand I know the time is right nowto give birth to words againBig Mushroom over the citypolice are running testsLittle Mushroomshe was foundsqueezed in with all the restsometimes there is no roadlike the Day of Atonement in a carand everything looks different witha broken heartBig Mushroom over the citypolice are running testsLittle Mushroomshe was foundsqueezed in with all the restSometimes I am numb of angerlike the Square where memory will waneand I try to find comfort in written wordsfor this burning painBig Mushroom over the citypolice are running testsLittle Mushroomshe was foundsqueezed in with all the restBig Mushroom over the citywho's to tell the futures course?Little Mushroomshe was foundfar away from the forest.