Analog Park – The GatheringBy In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sitA newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summerIt is coming my wayI patiently waitI see the sign, it’s on the roadAnd I think it’s crazyIn the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watchThe sandy feet of the childrenPearls of sweat run across their beautiful facesYou see the sign, it’s on the roadBut I think you’re crazyYou are, you are the signOf my unreliefAs I easily get inner contact with myselfI notice distress grabbing for my throatIt is time to reach outTo find something that isn’t thereYou see the signs, they’re on the roadBut I think it’s crazyYou are, you are the signOf my unrelief www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20