Ansel Elysian Phonelines
sweet avail
lay me down 'cause i don't know how
golden eyes appear
rolling in the fields where the barley flows
in a sun drenched home
on and on you said
on and on
we're sailing to somewhere
free falling after
the elysian phonelines
tangled and baited
by the separatist soldiers
but who isn't lost
it's just the standing around just like waiting
to feel yourself without your hands
like someone else
golden eyes appear on your tight walk falling dream
but i don't know if a slumber floats
on and on you said
on and on
so sweet avail lay on down
'cause you don't know how
golden eyes appear
rolling in the fields
where the barley flows
my sun drenched home
on and on you said
on and on again