The Cult - 83rd Dream

83rd Dream

Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that i dont 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 dont 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 dont need
Imalive
Imalive
Hey, hey
So psychedelic, driving over the sun
Past the sti will 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 dont need
Imalive
Imalive
Hey, hey..