a hundred years On daughters and sons of the land Who're standing here, holding a fistful of dirt Watching it slip through my hands See the fields of
Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled
sex And losing their virginity at recess Buying push up bras you have to stuff to fill in And giving hand jobs on the bus during school field trips During
one who got me through And fight like it was after school Never giving up Steady, standing on the battle field Feet firm to the ground like i stepped
When knowledge aroused his sense Encircled by clouds In the gales now enlightened reborn Wish I could fly through the land beloved Not in my dream, nor
love I carried down in my pocket I set them on my shelves And on the nightstand by my bed She sleeps and won't come back again From pretty dreams that
carried down in my pocket I set then on my shelves And on the night stand by my bed She sleeps and won't come back again From pretty dreams that
invented myself; I have created myself; I am just a form of dream English, words stretched with skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream
'Cuz we got more song Something you might like now all star bound, yeah You're so sound cool as the blue water all around From a force field flashing
x3: niggaz don't want it over here, niggaz gettin blunted over here [mr. cheeks] Spiggy nice, field jackets and I keep my jeans saggin You use the ? ? ? , see it's ? ? ? sense
MOONSHINE TOUCHED YOUR FACE EMOTIONS WENT DEEPER WHEN WE EMBRACED EACHOTHER IN A FIELD OF MOSS IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT WE LOST THE SENSE OF TIME
It was a dream I had This room was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed were soft
I stood under Ohio's skies I could see the open fields for miles I thought "what the hell am I doing back here again?" But now I'm trying to reassemble
this all back Home to you, back home to you Nothing can stop our Sweet dreams filled with hope Nothing can stop us now No one can touch our Sweet dreams
In my dreams, we were holding hands You forgave me now I've been forgiving myself In my dreams, we were making love Lost in each other now we can be happy
Sense Field Open Heart Surgery into the eyes of such a beautiful girl A dead boy can't smile at the face of such a beautiful girl A dead man can
lonely field as birds begin to speak Its alright (Alright) It's okay (Okay) Blue, true Blue, true Cry about it Shout about it You feel that there's no sense
ya We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal Revolutionize with active build I plant my dreams in the field