Ween şarkı sözleri

Open the gate to the red land Alcan road, by the turquoise lake Starry skies, a mushroom cloud Folding waves - in a foamy tide Washing in beds - of opal shells White gulls cry - for you and I Butterflies - float away Drift over pools - of salt and clay Mountain man - frosted child Eagles cry - puppets of god Strung like time - molded in form Trees bend back - and trails distort It leads to the land - of Alcan Road The turquoise lake - and starry skies Mushroom clouds - folding waves Foamy tides - of salt and brine

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Ween

Albüm Görseli

Quebec