Analog Park
by The Gathering
From the album: If_Then_Else
Track 7 of 11 on If_Then_Else (2000).
Duration: 6:05
Lyrics for Analog Park
In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer It is coming my way I patiently wait I see the sign, it's on the road And I think it's crazy In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch The sandy feet of the children Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces You see the sign, it's on the road But I think you're crazy You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief As I easily get inner contact with myself I notice distress grabbing for my throat It is time to reach out To find something that isn't there You see the signs, they're on the road But I think it's crazy You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief