Текст песни Valdese - Phish

Please return the focus
To the setting where I left
I picture you floating
With a ghost above the trees
My camera is the soul
To those armies long forgotten
And the picture tells the story
In the chapter on Valdese

Valdese

For leaving can be golden on the wing
And I can swim
But if I can't, I'll sing
The mail arrives, I read and then I leave
Because the more I read
The more I feel deceived

The more I read
The more I feel deceived

Do you ever feel locked in?
Do you ever feel that you can't win?
The madman can slide the knife inside
But who then has their sights set on him?
And the ghost in the orchard
Will sharpen his teeth
And climb way up in a tree
And wait for some poor fool to wander beneath
On his blind journey to Valdese

To Valdese

And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover
I picture you floating
With a ghost above the trees
And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover
And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover

Valdese
To Valdese

And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover
And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover
And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover
And 9 is the number
Great lover, great lover