83rd Dream - The Cult

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.