hold still ye for the calvary feed the ego slowly walking to don t it make your tire when the sun hits your little head a twenty minute mile but you don t seem to be impressed with high tones it s as simple as high tones it s as simple as high tones it s as simple as wine walk on a whisper from a heavenly dream golden pastures flicker on the screen don t it make you scream when you see what you don t expect and feeling like a fool when it s not much of anything just imaginary muddy waters playing soft from an old cassette slowly sinking underwater till it had a kinda cool effect when x2