Текст песни Bandit - Peter Green

A small cloud has fallen, the white mist hits ground
My lungs comfort me with joy
Vegging on one detail the rest just crowds around
My eyes itch of burning red
I picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new
Laying in my bed, I think I'm in the field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so damn close my body begins to swell
Why does one and one make two?
I picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new
Laying in my bed, I think I'm in the field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so damn close my body begins to swell
Why does one and one make two?
I picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new