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 day. Four 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 day. There are no bright skies. Where the eagle flies. Suddenly inside me inside me. I don't need. I am alive. I am alive. Hey hey. So psychedelic driving over the sun. Past the still 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 don't need. I am alive. I am alive. Hey hey...