Look like old phots from the 1970’s

Ohm Radha Krishnaya Namaha

Do you suffer in your new life
Is it fair to blame that empty bottle
You threw out the car window
On you last day
In high school

Ohm Radha Krishnaya Namaha

There is Blonde on Blonde light
Coming through the window
It causes all the crumbs on the table
To move to the foreground

Ohm Radha Krishnaya Namaha

It’s a Bob Dylan kind of light
Like you don’t want to smell
This light’s breath

Ohm Radha Krishna Namaha

I can’t expect you to understand me
When I said that everything
Is perfect but it is
We can always always always always
Start again