Alien Farmer Songtext
von alice does computer music

From pastoral lands, rise aliens
In the dusk, their blades spin
Collecting wind
Collecting wind
Waving gently to the world below them Like saying goodbye to an old friend
The moment you awake, the roof caves in above
In indiana, windmills spin the earth into light
Collecting wind
Collecting wind

I can′t see my way out of these cornfields anymore