Lifting eyes to pull the mice out of my hat
Grey and blue
Growing rice we plow the ground wet to the skin
What can you do
Gasp of wind and songs of brooks rase up the will
To return
When a range of nails full stacked with green and black leather coats
Won't long to take me anymore
My songs will help me feel enticed
Or at least make me careless
I'm going to cherish your advise
I wish i could promise
Gasp of wind and songs of brooks rase up the will
To return
a range of nails full stacked with green and black leather coats
Is long gone
Heels of my feet reveal themselvs out of the mist
While i rest
Catching children over a cliff out in the rye
White snakes are covering my face
And theres no seeing any light
No deciphering their color
Forgive neglecting your foresight
Neglect is my valor
