Mar 15, 2010 02:20
Well I can cast a reed
While the engine blows it's steam
But the steady hum just breaks and bounds
And my feet can't feel the ground
Casting shadows on the moon
Cause the sun will set too soon
The dams have flooded out the streams
And my eyes can't sleep or so it seems
Well if you could please
Sow your hair into the breeze
I would sow my fingers through the trees
And gladly run them through the cracks
Well I can cast a reed
While the engine blows it's steam
But the steady hum just breaks and bounds
And my feet can't feel the ground