The morning image from the satellites   Is all blue and green   And we've all got wounds to clean   Here's a rag, here's some gasoline      She wakes up fine and rested well   Released at last from in the sleeping cell   Breathing comes with ease      It's a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride   My medicine man is the best wires to the temples   Place them on let's see how we sound      It's all green to me   What a sweet revenge   It's all green to me      See them lift off one by one, I see a cool spot here   Let's bring her down, level to the ground   A lovely mess that I am blessed to see, of me, of me      She lifts her wings up high   Sensors show a lifetime until we die   And all the dreams' details perfected in the colored sky      The morning image from the satellites   Is all blue and green   And we've all got wounds to clean   Here's a rag, here's some gasoline      It's all green to me   (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize)   It's all green to me   (It lifts up your days in a single phase, I felt your hand)   It's all green to me   (Lift up your skies and all the other times, you realize)   It's all green to me   (It lifts up your days in a single phase)