Picking Up Sticks

歌詞

Come blackest crow Start the wheat field blow In a wind so high It waves and glows 'til you can't see the wood for the trees I'm like anybody on their knees Trying to find a way to make it fit Picking up sticks Let's swirl again Take us far away To the church bell's chime In a far distant field To a place where so lately so slow And a time I feel like letting it go Far away enough to catch our breath I know where and everyone there Looking to click Picking up sticks Come crimson rays Paint us all the same You know the magic is why And it's here again Now you can't see the wood for the trees Now like anybody on their knees Far away enough to catch our breath Looking to click Picking up sticks