Cult - 83rd Dream Lyrics
Four crows nailed to a wooden postBleed upon a barren fieldAn old way that I dont understandIt kinda touched me for a dayFour crows nailed to a wooden postBleed upon a barren fieldAn old way that I dont understandYou know, it kinda touched me for a dayThere are no bright skiesWhere the eagle fliesSuddenly, inside me, inside meI dont needI am aliveI am aliveHey, heySo psychedelic, driving over the sunPast the still sky trees and fieldsTo the place the great relics have kissed you knowIt kinda touched me for a dayThere are no bright skiesWhere the eagle fliesSuddenly, inside me, inside meI dont needI am aliveI am aliveHey, hey..