Текст песни Paul Weller - Picking up Sticks
Paul Weller - Picking up Sticks слова песни
Come blackest crowStart the wheat field blowIn a wind so highIt waves and glowstil you cant see the wood for the treesIm like anybody on their kneesTrying to find a way to make it fitPicking up sticksLets swirl againTake us far awayTo the church bells chimeIn a far distant fieldTo a place where so lately so slowAnd a time I feel like letting it goFar away enough to catch our breathI know where and everyone thereLooking to clickPicking up sticksCome crimson raysPaint us all the sameYou know the magic is whyAnd its here againNow you cant see the wood for the treesNow like anybody on their kneesFar away enough to catch our breathLooking to clickPicking up sticks