Beatspoke - Untended Lyrics

If you´re hungry
Oh brother don´t be heartless
And if you´re lonely
Don´t you be clingy and needy
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water
Don´t over water
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water
Don´t over water
Fondness and longing
Are the mind's motives for dreaming
Twisting and leaning towards fresh droplets of futures
Opening our innocent mouths towards the dark black sky
Stretching our tongues to taste of the past
So innocent, familiar, with all the bitterness of it's lessons
But it remains so much more comfortable than the unknown
And a foolish heart is mortified
With remembrance
Only when left alone to wonder
Suddenly startled by the very idea
That reality is no preexisting condition
But a void for creation
That reality is no preexisting condition
But a void for creation
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water. Don´t over water
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water. Don´t over water
Don´t over water

If you´re hungry
Oh brother don´t be heartless
And if you´re lonely
Don´t you be clingy and needy
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water
Don´t over water
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water
Don´t over water
Fondness and longing
Are the mind's motives for dreaming
Twisting and leaning towards fresh droplets of futures
Opening our innocent mouths towards the dark black sky
Stretching our tongues to taste of the past
So innocent, familiar, with all the bitterness of it's lessons
But it remains so much more comfortable than the unknown
And a foolish heart is mortified
With remembrance
Only when left alone to wonder
Suddenly startled by the very idea
That reality is no preexisting condition
But a void for creation
That reality is no preexisting condition
But a void for creation
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water. Don´t over water
Well the morning´s looking rough
Your garden´s left untended
The fruit of your own love
Is wilted from neglecting
Don´t over water. Don´t over water
Don´t over water