I do remember the first time I heard the sweetest voice in the wide world.
The sun will gleam
Over the stream
Oh
Seventy Dreams
Welcoming me
Locked out in a mile
An image so docile
My grasses grow green
When she screams
Leaving my sense
Spout verbal mense
It all makes no sense
Life just ain't fair
But we're trapped in a shit hole of a world that we call home
We'll ride up to nowhere north
Find a new start
Kill the past
The birds
They all sing to me
I'll
Tremble in fear
Let your strings pull