deep inside you, Eric will haunt you
another music carpet ride, the right peak
more love time (but yet we know, our time will go, our bones
move slow)
something in you is always hurting
it's a quirky, yearning, bleeding, burning
we'd like to be locked up in a pen
shop and peel out, all over this land
(this promised land, land...)
we'd like to be locked up in a pen
shop and peel out, all over this land
(this promised land)
and the summer never hurts you
yours are the pleasant kind
all the elders reek a virtue
in sullen shattered minds
deep inside you Eric will want you
quiet beds we ride, it's the right peak
more love time (but yet we know, this time will go, our souls will flow)
into regions you never hurting
unto reasons yearning, bleeding, burning
we'd like to be locked up in a pen
shop and peel out, all over this land
(this promised land, land...)
we'd like to be locked up in a pen
shop and peel out, all over this land
(this promised land)
and the summer never hurts you
yours are the pleasant kind
all the elders reek a virtue
in sullen shattered minds
deep in side you Eric will haunt you
solemn sheets we hide, the right peak
more love time (but yet we know, this time will go, our souls will flow)
something in you is always hurting
it's a quirky, yearning, bleeding, burning
