Sister Sleep

We like to smoke pot, we like it a lot Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not The nice pipe is here, a lighter is near I won't become freaked out, fear not, sister dear I won't become freaked out, fear not, sister dear We miss the blue sky, it is cold we will cry Our being mind is waning and we now know why Our being mind is waning and we now know why We want to feel warm yet outside the norm We want to be cradle-held and then to be reborn