Take me to the country

Fields of winter wheat

And someplace green

And quiet to scream

And the street lights in this town

Are old and all burned out

So sure now that I've

Never been here before

But I've always believed in your lord

I have always believed in your

The oldest place we can remember

Ever ending in a hazy morning temper

The oldest place we can remember

Ever ending in the morning in a hazy temper

There's a fire in the garden

Beg your pardon

Too much water

Never hurt no one before

Little flood come through the door

Leave an echo where you've been

Navigate there from within

The field's on fire now

We're so inspired now

But I've always believed in your lord

I have always believed in your

The oldest place we can remember

Ever ending in a hazy morning temper

The oldest place we can remember

Ever ending in the morning in a hazy temper

I have always believed in your lord

I have always

I have always