Loose and high with something new relics of the afternoon
Calm in a rested bed feel the springs inside my head
Sideways on my back the tune bleeds into the fearless room
Drift on the open sea feeling winter inside me
Dialing down the five degree night
Flocking to the owls howling deep into the night
Waking the sleeping stars
Light my fire and soon we will be
Alive in the country
Imaginations in air
Alive in the country
We've all got something to share
Cycle through the city by night fight the urge to fight that fight
Write good letters read the news always so much shit to do
Shackled in space no place to be sit it out long sit gracefully
Face it embrace it but don't waste it and soon we will be
Alive in the country
Imaginations in air
Consuming me
Pollinating me
Drowning me and then saving me
Holding me
Releasing me
Knowing me
Not understanding me