Perpetual stone


Perpetual Stone
i visit alone
i’m higher than high can be,
it’s Perpetual Stone i go to see,
it’s all the way with him and me.

Perpetual Stone is one slim fag
his name is roach when things get bad.
he’s not a cave
a landmark or lake,
the place is his name
the joints no fake.

it’s a place to hang out
wherever you want,
but the place gets burnt out
by eleven o’clock.

so quick over cushioned skies
back to warmer tides,
i’m goin’ back home
to Perpetual Stone
where no one ever hides.

Perpetual Stone
i’m coming home
to sit right by your side.
i’ve talked with the Stone
to never leave me alone,
i’m Perpetual ‘till i die.

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Key Words : Flying, High, Home,

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written on a flight back to the US from Europe