Small Pieces - Zulu Winter

I'm an old man praying for rain in a dry

Month

And I pray for youth to come back and be

Crude

Is there no touch no tingle no terrible crutch

For me to relieve for me to rely on

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

We're big we're better we're dreaming clever

We're big we're better we're dreaming clever

How deep is the pillow that catches our thoughts

And will it be soft or will it remain true

All our sick souls require is faith and desire

To feed our whims before our eyes grow dim

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling

What kind of man are you holding on to that

Feeling