Land Of Talk Some Are Lakes
what started at a summer lake
a sentence and a name
if only for a moment's sake
we called it and it came
held it down-the loving heat-
longer than a while
held it down-the loving heat-
softer than a chime
We've seen how Sick Wind blows
but i've got your bovine eyes
i'll love you like i love you
then i'll die
shot the rats and as they ran
from the quarry to the tracks
chased them as you took my hand
and never took it back
held it up and felt the wind
blow and miss a chime
found a god and begged it in
to fight your body crime
we've seen The Sick Wind blow
but i've got your bovine eyes
i'll love you like i love you
then i'll die
I relate, kid, but i'm the one who wants to let you
wonder
i relate, kid, but i'm the one who wants to let you
wonder
We've seen how sick wind blows
but i've got your bovine eyes
i'll love you like i love you
then i'll die
i'll love you like i love you
then i'll die
i'll love you like i love you
then i'll die
