What Can I Do? Songtext
von Chris Cohen

New moon circles around the transmission from forest fire
Fills the void, new summer view
No words, cosmic time, the sperm bank of America
Egos drive down avenues, gross revenue
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do? Outlets haunted by the inherited character
In my genes and in my shoes
In my attitude
What can I do?
What can I do?
Plucked from branches and spawned into the night
Unaware of the subtleties of life
I′m a planet from nature and the light is shining