| 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.. |