IntroVerse 1A Rush Sent Shocks Through MeMaybe This Is Taking Back?No, We’re Not Going, They Harrowed Down The Heaven Land, OhVerse 2Run For The Cracked And Aromantically Spirited PartOf Your Framed Record And Bout In Handsome-Colored TonesAnd Your Mouth, Knowing Youth, Even More Known In ShameThat’s The Trip Going Back, Going HomeBridgeVerse 2Harrow In Lots, Till The Land, Until Me In Longed ReturnComes Estranged, Standing Dumb, Caught In My SuperstitionShake It Off For The Next Sight Of You Stood In The RoundThere I’ll Spin Back To That Bright Green Air And Oh It’s SpringAnd, In Sharing Your Round Of The Faces Who Were ThereAnd The Faces Of Now, I’m AloneBridgeOutro
