Analog Park

Analog Park Lyrics

Song Analog Park
Artist The Gathering
Album If_then_else
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作词 : Gathering, VanGiersbergen
In the garden, in the park, on a bench,
I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.
I see the sign, it's on the road and
I think it's crazy
In the garden, of the park, on a bench,
I watch. The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
You see the sign, it's on the road but
I think you're crazy
You are, you are the sign of my unrelief
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn't there,
You see the signs, they're on the road but
I think it's crazy
You are, you are the sign of my unrelief
zuo ci : Gathering, VanGiersbergen
In the garden, in the park, on a bench,
I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.
I see the sign, it' s on the road and
I think it' s crazy
In the garden, of the park, on a bench,
I watch. The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
You see the sign, it' s on the road but
I think you' re crazy
You are, you are the sign of my unrelief
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn' t there,
You see the signs, they' re on the road but
I think it' s crazy
You are, you are the sign of my unrelief
zuò cí : Gathering, VanGiersbergen
In the garden, in the park, on a bench,
I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.
I see the sign, it' s on the road and
I think it' s crazy
In the garden, of the park, on a bench,
I watch. The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
You see the sign, it' s on the road but
I think you' re crazy
You are, you are the sign of my unrelief
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn' t there,
You see the signs, they' re on the road but
I think it' s crazy
You are, you are the sign of my unrelief
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