83rd Dream Songtext / Lyric

Four crows nailed to a wooden post
bleed upon a barren field
an old way that I don't understand
it can't touch me for a day

there are no bright stars
where the eagle flies
suddenly inside me
Halloween I am alive

so psychedelic driving over the sun
past the skill sky trees and fields
to the place the great relics have kissed you know
you cannot touch me for a day

there are no gray skies
where the eagle flies
suddenly inside me
Halloween I am alive