Deep Green
Rolling in the heather
Feel our faces closing in
Crawling in the deep green
She pulls my hair and kicks me down
And when I run she always comes to meet me there
Heads go numb in the trails of smoke
High on the train
Heads go numb in the trails of smoke
High on the train
Lord we float up high
Flowers growing in my head
Minds so hot that we forget
Feel our faces closing in
Crawling in the deep green
She pulls my hair and kicks me down
And when I run she always comes to meet me there
Heads go numb in the trails of smoke
High on the train
Heads go numb in the trails of smoke
High on the train
Lord we float up high
Flowers growing in my head
Minds so hot that we forget