The Gathering - Analog Park lyrics
[The Gathering - Analog Park lyrics]
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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