00000 Million Paroles

I worried 'bout rain and I worried 'bout lightning
But I watched them off, to the light of the morning
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
(Where the days have no numbers)
If it's harmed me, it's harmed me, it'll harm me, I let it in

Oh, the old modus: out to be leading live
Said, comes the old ponens, demit to strive
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry 'bout shame, and I worry 'bout a worn path
And I wander off, just to come back home
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
('Cause the days have no numbers)
It harms me, it harms me, it harms me like a lamb

So I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can't hold shit. How high I've been!
What a river don't know is: to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses, or stay behind Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
('Cause the days have no numbers)
Well it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in