83rd Dream
The Cult · Dreamtime [1984]
Four crows nailed to a wooden post
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
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
You know
It kind of 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
So psychedelic
Driving over the sun
Past the still sky trees and fields
To the place the great relics have kissed you know
It kind of 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
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
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
You know
It kind of 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
So psychedelic
Driving over the sun
Past the still sky trees and fields
To the place the great relics have kissed you know
It kind of 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