the cult
83rd dream
Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand It kinda touched me for a day Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand You know, it kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside me I don't need I am alive I am alive Hey, hey So psychedelic, driving over the sun Past the still sky trees and fields To the place the great relics have kissed you know It kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside me I don't need I am alive I am alive Hey, hey...