Yaima
Canaan
Fallacies in the ordinary, try to contradict the contrary
But words are words as words are words
And a dream is a momentless lesson you learn

For time has been distributed well
Between heaven and earth and earth and hell
So we all hurry west to the land of Canaan
But that sweet milk's gone sour and the honey
The honey has thickened

Thus our feet get away with a hop, skip and a jump
But our minds are numbed over with a job, hit and a scotch
And it all echoes out into worthless sales
Just like a daughter of fortune, for fortune can tell

So we all hurry west to the land of Canaan
But that sweet milk's gone sour and the honey
The honey has thickened
The honey, the honey has thickened