Old Dreams Video (MV)

Is that you my son?
I can see you crying
Crying life was sweet but it got sweeter after I died
And pleasure will bring you pain
Old desires bring fiery rain
Yet I'm still much too young to talk about
All the things that I can see without my eye open
And without a cloudy mind
Mother's broken and we're running out of time

Is that you my son?
Thought I saw you running
Running around in circles crying there's no savior coming
Hare Krishna's just a game to help find space beyond your brain
Yet I'm still much too young to talk about
All the things that I can figure out without my hands reaching
For shit I no longer need
It's not preaching
It's just planting seeds

Cause leaves fall like trees fall like ash floats from fires
A sweet gentle light as she burns my desires
And like a snowy white dove rising up free and pure
I'll burn down to ashes
And in ashes

Is that you my son?
Thought I heard you laughing
Oh yeah it's me what I wild world the way that all us folks are acting
And I'm sure that we're aware of this American nightmare
Yet I'm still much too young to talk about
All the things that we could figure out if we just slowed down
And took in one big collective breath
That's the sweet sound
The bluest shade of death

Cause leaves fall like trees fall like ash floats from fires
The sweet gentle light as she burns my desires
And like a snowy white dove rising up free and pure
I'll burn down to ashes
And in ashes I'm yours