Текст: Chris Pureka. Barn Song.

This is a barn and I know it's haunted.
The corn rattles and the shadows move.
It's just the way, it's just the way I'm feeling.
I want to lie down in a field of rain.

This is a river and I pray for the bottom,
some kind of measure of the way things change.
I've been stuck in the middle of a slow storm, counting the days, love...

I know we're in the dark, and the cold comes,
through the very cracks that let the light through.
Bring me something back from that sunny coast, and keep us, moving on...

These are the shadowlands, I've known them.
And I think it's going to be the long way down,
but I'll be the tiny flame, that you carry around, around, around...

I know we're in the dark, and the cold comes,
through the very cracks that let the light through.
Bring me something back from that sunny coast, and keep us, moving on...

This is a blessing and I don't date doubt it.
We built a boat out of willow trees.
We caught the moonlight, like a mirror,
shine right through to the best of me,
shine right through to the best of me...

We've been living in abandoned houses.
Sometimes we're tending to abandoned fields.
It's just the way it's just the way I'm feeling.
I want to wake up with the sun in my head.