Lyrics

[Verse 1] Just chillin' in my cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' I ain't got much, but I'ma tell ya somethin' You know I want your touch 'cause it makes me feel so tough, yeah Standin' by my car, gotta play to make it start Very far away but they're close to my heart Just a weird mission while I'm floatin' on the life preserve Try not to slip or you'll be alive to find the nerve [Verse 2] Just chillin' in the cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' I ain't got much, but I'ma tell ya somethin' You know I need your touch 'cause it makes me feel so tough You know I need your touch 'cause it makes me feel so tough, yeah Sometimes I gotta find the time to pull off by the side of the road Take a look up high and watch a hawk fly through the sky, yeah Sometimes when I fear the lies I wanna run off and hide, in a hole Lotta fame, say your name gonna change before I die, yeah [Verse 3] Just chillin' in the cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' I ain't got much, but I'ma tell ya somethin' You know I want your touch 'cause it makes me feel so tough, yeah You know I need your touch 'cause it makes me feel so tough Just chillin' in the cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' Just chillin' in the cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' Chillin' in the cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' [Verse 4] Dream of eagles, whatever they show us As time is measured by the hand Siren of imagination Swim across the desert sand Gypsy dancers in the moonlight Shivas shadow in the lens Signs approximate the daylight Passion burns until it ends And to the sparkling diamond ocean Silent sea from drift and flow You shall return with drink and potion The pilot drops you down below Tell me clear, am I aqua? To see the date of destiny Please do not fear, it is the God One Who will share the rest of me The crucifix is made of sticks The lovers wounds the wolves will lick The scavengers will perish soon The hell at hand will crumble tombs To free components of the spirit Unchain the slave they made within And wandering strangers will get buried And be changed forever then [Outro] Chillin' in the cut thinkin' 'bout nothin' The crucifix is made of sticks The lovers wounds the wolves will lick The scavengers will perish soon The hell at hand will crumble tombs To free components of the spirit Unchain the slave they made within