Songtexte Greenfields - Magna Carta

Reach out for fance take the morning catch a new day on the run
Wind in my hair sweat on my skin
I'll be working till the evening comes
Well I ain't much use when it comes to skill
Seeking out sinny ways
You can keep your styles old fashion smiles
They've all seen better days
Now I'll show you the mountains
Running short leaves with the sky
If I am a child that died a while
And seem to smile again
Freezing cold and blood in sun
These are there for free
Where the greenfields of sumner reach down
Down to the sea

Well you can make your stand a moment
Or you can run your body down
Clinging there on the edge of the weed
It's a circus where's the clown
You smile and say that I ain't the real
That I'm out of touch you see
But I wonder just who's kidding who
And I ain't convinced that's me

So I will show you the mountains
Rubbing shoulders with the sky
If I am a child that died a while
Seem to smile again
Freezing cold and blood in sun
Peacing there for free
Where the greenfields of summer reach down
Down to the sea

Hey old wild face is lost on the subway
Happy on the handline news
Fussling this and bitching that
It ain't no road at choose
But you smile and say that I ain't from real
That I'm out of touch you see
But I wonder just who's kidding who
And I ain't convinced it's me

So I will show you the mountains
Rubbing shoulders with the sky
If I am a child that died a while
Seem to smile again
Freezing cold and blood in sun
Least are there for free
Where the greenfields of summer
Greenfields of summer
Greenfields of summer
Reach down
Down to the sea