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When summer returns to its warm green fields |
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The sun fading, pastel in the breeze |
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The swallow swooping, migrating home |
| [01:00.20] |
The dawning days morning with a sigh |
| [01:07.91] |
Opening windows with a wounding cry |
| [01:15.16] |
The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold |
| [01:21.56] |
And everything slows |
| [01:45.39] |
When summer returns to its warm green fields |
| [01:52.87] |
The sun fading, pastel in the breeze |
| [02:00.34] |
The swallow swooping, migrating home |
| [02:06.58] |
And everything slows |
| [02:38.02] |
The floating vacuum draws you in |
| [02:53.00] |
Strange visions are loose on white stallions |
| [03:08.04] |
A wall of sound with flutes and strings |
| [03:15.61] |
Rising on a wave of voices |
| [03:23.03] |
Surrounded by your humble faith |
| [03:30.70] |
Morning's there to wake us in time |
| [03:36.25] |
Rain and sky |
| [03:45.42] |
The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage |
| [04:00.62] |
When summer returns to its warm green fields |
| [04:07.23] |
Everything slows |
| [04:11.72] |
The sun fading, pastel in the breeze |
| [04:18.45] |
Everything slows |
| [04:23.13] |
The swallow swooping, migrating home |
| [04:29.73] |
Everything slows |
| [04:34.40] |
The swallow swooping, migrating home |
