The Getten Brothers - Miles Per Gaia Lyrics
Today’s the best day to be aliveCreating is what keeps us hereExpressions of the driveI don’t have a carBut my engine runs on energyNot fossil fuels or HennesseyNow I’m feeling this (from the source)From the sourceMore is absorbedThe faster our sun runs the courseGaia chasing SolMost exciting race of allOur galaxy’s the roadSpeed us through the modeGreen, blue, yellow, red starsSeen at nightTelescopic eyesThird one on the prizeI see my home long goneBut I see the phoneLight travels like a snailCompared to pure consciousnessSupernovas spread matterIs the Universe bottomless?Three dimension, or is there 4?So much space for us to go exploreLet’s resurrect Atlantis and dead the warThis world’s too small and the cost is too largeOne are all, and the one’s in charge (x2)Going off on a tangentThat’s ok, just try and stand itTake a look and realizeThe beauty of this planetWaterfalls and running streamsWooded lands and open greensSerene deserts, palm trees growingBeautiful life all over glowingWildcats and elephantsRunning through the plainsHumans writing poetrySome tapping veinsThere are two sides of thisEvery coinDon’t have to choose eitherWalk that line and join in(Join in)In the moment, in the aetherThis present gift is a holy timeWhen it all makes senseAnd colors start to rhymeI just sit on this bench using my senseMore than five (more than five)I’m not defenselessPsychic powers in our natureTaught real young that they will hate yaIf you stand out, or don’t fit inWhat a lie no doubtSo I fit out (I fit out)Division is the line that must be crossed, erasedThere’s no such thing as costCannot be separateWar tactics, economic collapsesGames of the wealthy tribeLost their hearts and lost their mindsWhat a dangerous game like suicideKilling othersPersonal gain, what if their mothersWere the same as yoursThe EarthWe all zoom from the wombWarm in her armsShe supports us and we doom herPumping out the oilDumping trash in the seaThe fishes can’t breatheNow the symptomsThe symptoms come to meNeo-shamanMust always see, feelWhat is heardTelling us, sheGaia wants to raise her childrenJust like mePast the teenage yearsMature in the spiritI start to feelThat’s not rain, those are tears
