Military bliss Shamens in your shoes Dollar tambourines Fall in the stream blue and green Turn the summer over Let me feel too much Then all that energy could not guarantee Hawking talking rust Kicking up the dust Goldrush is the air Spilling everywhere hidden virtue Turn the summer over Let me feel too much Then all that energy could not guarantee Take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song Carry on Military bliss ALT VRSE: never knew someone Shavings in the food who won't know who you are Dollar tambourines driving in my car You fall in the stream in too deep fantasies finding their fusions Turn the summer over turn the summer over Let me feel too much let me feel too much Then all that energy could not guarantee then all that energy could not shake the freeze Take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song Carry on