83rd Dream

Artists : Cult, The : 83rd Dream

Four crows nailed to a wooden post
They bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
It kind of touched me
For a day
Four crows nailed to a wooden post
They bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
It kind of touched me
For a day
There are no gray skies
Where the eagle flies
Suddenly, Inside me, inside me
I don't need
I am alive, I am
So psychedelic riding over the sun
Past the still sky, trees and fields
To the place where great relics have kissed
You know, it kind of touched me
For a day
There are no gray skies
Where the eagle flies
Suddenly, Inside me, inside me
I don't need
I am alive, I am
Yeaheha, Yeaha
Yeaheha, Yeaha
Yeaheha, Yeaha
Yeaheha, Yeaheao