Too Much, Too Much
Puma Blue
My cup, my cup
My cup, my cup
Runneth over with love
It's too much, too much
It's too much, too much
How am I not enough?
Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust
Mother, mother
Mother, mother
The crushing weight of it all
It's so rough, so rough
It's so rough, so rough
And it cuts me up
Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust
Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust
Yeah, hum
Maybe it's just all too much
To see it all turn to dust
To the sound of the raging earth
To the sound of Sun's setting eyes
To the sound of the spirit's tongue
To the sound of the mother's cry
To the itch of a phantom wound
And the scorch of the blackened woods
To the falling of the sky
To the feel of forgetting why
Aah
To the wailing of the world
Hum
To the dying of this star
Too far
