"Transitions" lyrics - WEEN

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun
The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done
Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun
Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son
And he says...

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun
The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done
Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun
Riding the crest of the communion it's a union, Harry Truman is the holy son
And he says...