Indio - Big Harvest | Текст песни

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I went under
Just to see what was there
And it burned like thunder
with the weight of a world
I sold the weapons
and turned the greed to stone
In the search for this new way
the lion sleeps at home
Where the love of a winter
is best left for summer
And we built this land of the
desperate fallen
All in this new day
All in this new day
We throw out an anchor
and wait for the weather
Big harvest
I heard mountains
I had the beauty of vision
In the warmth of decision
by the light of a pool of true heaven
Higher than solace
and deeper than vengeance
Lost in the pleasure
of the bow and the arrow
There was faith in religion we
took once too often
No cure for the sick
and the food for the dying
All in this new way
All in this new way of reaping
Big harvest
When I heard the mountains
I felt the blues of the city
More than a promise
More than the news of the living
Where the love of a winter
is best left for summer
And we built this land of the
desperate fallen
All in this new day
All in this new day
We throw out an anchor
and wait for the weather
Big harvest

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