83rd Dream

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 dayFour 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 dayThere are no bright skies Where the eagle flies Suddenly, inside me, inside meI don't need I am aliveI am aliveHey, heySo psychedelic, driving over the sun Past the still sky trees and fields To the place the great relics have kissed you knowIt kinda touched me for a day There are no bright skies Where the eagle fliesSuddenly, inside me, inside meI don't needI am aliveI am aliveHey, hey...