Текст песни Paul Weller - Picking Up Sticks
Paul Weller - Picking Up Sticks слова песни
Come blackest crow
Start the wheat field blow
In a wind so high
It waves and glows
`til you can`t see the wood for the trees
I`m like anybody on their knees
Trying to find a way to make it fit
Picking up sticks
Let`s swirl again
Take us far away
To the church bell`s chime
In a far distant field
To a place where so lately so slow
And a time I feel like letting it go
Far away enough to catch our breath
I know where and everyone there
Looking to click
Picking up sticks
Come crimson rays
Paint us all the same
You know the magic is why
And it`s here again
Now you can`t see the wood for the trees
Now like anybody on their knees
Far away enough to catch our breath
Looking to click
Picking up sticks