If someone told you that you would see an image in a bog well you would think twice. But why can’t you just trust it?
People somewhere they pick their prices. Did i pick mine? Its not much of a price its really just a feeling. Sing.
Hey bog, whatcha showing?
just a little piece on thee you’ll find it kind of revealing
but i don’t want to know.
I was 5 when i got rusty.
Hey bog, let me sink in
to the me i think i mean
little bits of everything are all that i know
I was 5 when i got rusty
14 when i first trusted (lost it)
been dreaming for a century
getting too far from gnomes.
Is it gonna be alright
when we get back home?
A drummer can fall apart
on any given night
there might even be a law
the clapping of the hands
Look at me once again
do i look different now?
escape into the moss
at the edge of town
everything had a frost
when the sun went down
a candle lit up the room
the shadow of your hands
beckoning i should stay
but i drifted off
slept with the big red moon
behind your curtain cloud
off to another day
i hope the earth gets rest
traveling after dawn
the changing of the land at light
