If you rely on what your senses tell you, you'll be let down 'Cause sometimes they deceive you, I sensed that You cared about me, but it was hallucinatory
to unlock I'm never giving up The times that haunt you are the things you didn't do not what you did It's ok to feel lost it just means you're alive
tell you a secret that will make you smile I'll sing you a song with a true sense of style" "Aye aye, aye-aye-aye, just trust me", She said "You, you, you
Love can you hear me? I'm calling to you Beyond the fields of Avalon I found a new lover It's her I lay my lips upon When my emotions uncover Even when
space between words a field unknown Repeat endless mantras of the stored collective drone A surface-world is what the senses show But you cannot
If you rely on what your senses tell you You'll be let down, 'cause Sometimes they deceive you I sensed that you cared about me But it was hallucinatory
or something? What you tryin to get fly or something? You tryin to get a little rep off me or something, money? Let me tell you something money, you don
hotter by the hour, I found you a flower in a field, My invention, among the tired, among the poor, Among the broken, the huddled masses, Its your time... You
I reach for you When I know you're on the wane? Do I sense you when I know you're not around? Do I search for you When I know you can't be found? Do
But 13 showin' all of that Plus a missin' kid That good kidnapped by a punk ass chump Found a car in the field, guess what they found in the trunk? I
sun What's coming over me, to hell, what's coming over me? I'm stumbling through these fields of naked stones and sand Here's nothing growing, every life has found
was reminiscin You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission (Yo, what you tellin me, Lyte?) she was ass-kissin No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk (Cool
and you no longer free 40% of Americans own a cell phone so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You
(Alan White/Tony Kaye/Trevor Rabin/Jon Anderson/Chris Squire) We hit the blue fields In the blue sedan we didn't get much further Just as the sun was
witness the onslaught of peon divine. And we must hail the count, in excess you?ll be found, follow onward round you?ll go it will not stop. They always
through their mouths.He also told me to swap my bayonet for a field shovel at any given moment. "When you're at close quarters, a sharpened field shovel