Heather Songtext
von Abraham

Heather frames the field
But masks the frame
This little lost soul is rather calculating
From the apple tree
What does that mean?
These are monuments of slick precision
After all this time
You′re as good as new

Flying in with big plans with an innocent expression
Aim down the line
Do you realize
With your head bowed it looks like your eyes are open

Heather in hand
Playing on the mind
Your boyish demeanor is just a charm
This little lost soul is rather calculating


Your look of wonder is a mirage
Can you read the space?
See the future come?

Out in orbit, floating on your own dimension
Are you in a crowd?
So insist you're not
Are we only part of the bigger picture?
Caught up in a wheel
Faking spiritual
Homeless, aimless, are we only big pretenders?
Am I in your spell?
Are you working it now?
Will you let me know when I feel something?

Heather in hand
Playing on the mind
Your boyish demeanor is just a charm
This little lost soul is rather calculating


Your look of wonder is a mirage
Heather in hand
Playing on the mind
Your boyish demeanor is just a charm
This little lost soul is rather calculating