Alan Watts
Fine Lines
Somehow you turn around and everything feels upside down
Look back and say to me “I don’t know what I’ve been missing”

Oh the same place, the same things look different somehow
Oh the fines lines, the deep seeds that keep us out


You try to work out on your own before the time runs out
With a reckoning, reading all the words you sent me

Oh the same place, the same things look different somehow
Oh the fines lines, the deep seeds that keep us out

Oh the same place
Oh the fines lines
Oh the same things
Oh the deep seeds