Analog Park lyrics

Artist  : Gathering 
Song : Analog Park



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 In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit. 
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late
summer. 
It is coming my way, 
I patiently wait. 
 
I see the sign, it`s on the road 
and I think it`s crazy 
 
In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch. 
The sandy feet of the children. 
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.

 
You see the sign, it`s on the road 
but I think you`re crazy 
 
You are, you are the sign 
of my unrelief 
 
As I easily get inner contact with myself, 
I notice distress grabbing for my throat. 
It is time to reach out. 
To find something that isn`t there, 
 
You see the signs, they`re on the road 
but I think it`s crazy 
 
You are, you are the sign 
of my unrelief