Analog Park from GatheringHere is the lyrics for Analog Park We hope that you enjoy them just asmuch as we here at International Lyrics DataBase do. 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 |
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