LYRICS:
Gathering in everything everyone does the same
Dreaming everyday away I wish that it would rain
My feet follow the tracks I can ignore
Growing colder long before we stood two meters at the door
Everyday I go to magpie fields, its the only thing I have to feel real
Lightning jars, electric guitars ready to be heard
Sometimes I have so much to say, but sometimes I lose the words
My feet follow the tracks I can ignore
Growing colder long before we stood two meters at the door
Everyday I go to magpie fields, its the only thing I have to feel real
The ghosts come in the morning, and the muses come at night
With offerings on alter floors, appeasing with the light
My feet follow the tracks I can ignore
Growing colder long before we stood two meters at the door
Everyday I go to magpie fields, its the only thing I have to feel real