Come blackest crow
Start the wheat field blow
In a wind so high
It waves and glows
´til you can´t see the wood for the trees

I´m like anybody on their knees
Trying to find a way to make it fit
Picking up sticks

Let´s swirl again
Take us far away
To the church bell´s chime
In a far distant field
To a place where so lately so slow
And a time I feel like letting it go
Far away enough to catch our breath
I know where and everyone there
Looking to click
Picking up sticks

Come crimson rays
Paint us all the same
You know the magic is why

And it´s here again
Now you can´t see the wood for the trees
Now like anybody on their knees
Far away enough to catch our breath
Looking to click
Picking up sticks