Слова:
Sense Field Wondering Time

one who understands The weight of this moment, the weight of this day You're the only one who understands Here in wondering time, in wondering time, I'm wondering

the fields 'Til old man Smith would call the cops He'd come runnin' down with his shotguns 'Cause we were runnin' down his crops And I reckon he's still wonderin

in the field 'Till old man Smith would call the cops He'd come running out with a shotgun 'Cause we were running down his crops And I reckon he's still wondering

the fields Till old man Smith would call the cops He'd come running out with a shotgun Cause we were running down his crops And I reckon he's still wondering

Connections of Macros-manic animals Caves of sleek stature, once sabbatical Once bring drama I'm bright on harrowing lava Within the Plexus from my anatomical It gets darker A sense

of the century And I knew, that I was gonna to learn again Again, in this less hazy light I saw the fields beyond the fields The fields beyond the fields

your consequence your actions don't make lots of sense Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence The devil jacked you for your sense

dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder

Macros-manic animals Caves of sleek stature, once sabbatical Once bring drama I?m bright on harrowing lava Within the Plexus from my anatomical It gets darker A sense