Exodus Of Left (Agents of Good Roots)

She come, she come Music stems from the eyes and ears of me He run, he run He sucked the life from his bone and he swore to me She come, she come (A puff of) her pain a joy for every sigh He run, he run Time to find a new reality Don't you see her There in color? Can't you touch her Like another? Courtney comes in two degrees You bring flowers you hope she needs But roses ain't no remedy When masterpiece turns to misery Does she come, does she come? He's running a race now Don't you see the porridge in the pot? He's stuck on his face now Don't you see the teacup in the black? A bird is sitting in the window Burns a spoon and clicks off at the top Don't smell the breeze as the wind blows Shoots the vein that kills the brain Don't you see her There in color Can't you touch her Like another Courtney comes in two degrees You bring flowers you hope she needs But roses ain't no remedy When masterpiece turns to misery Does she come?, does she come? Don't you see her? Don't you even see? Don't you need her? Don't he look like me? I can't see her I can't even see I don't need her You just stop Exodus of left Don't you see her There in color Can't you touch her Like another