Из альбома: Inland Traveller
There's a picture in the hallway
Of tired and weary men
Who stepped on tiny flowers as they went
Through the bushes through the green
Through buttercups and grass
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
Green on white
There's no picture in the hallway
But it's written in your face
Saying it's the final days of a weird weird fall
So let's repeat ourselves
And do it all again
I was searching for that feeling
That you get from going out
That you get from standing outside all alone
Thinking of the things
That are passed you now
But still place a shadow on your everyday
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
Green on white
And a natural law is working
With a raging fierceful pace
It's an anti-gravitation thing at hand
And it's sending us away
From each other ones again
Leaving wider gaps than what was before