Analog Park lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Gathering
Album: If_Then_Else

Lyrics

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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