Breeze Songtext
von Chris Bathgate

I love it cause it sounds like breath
Not what we say but connected

I love to watch the stalks all sway
In perfect ribbon, in auburn wave–


O′er the plains, o'er the plains
O′er the plains, o'er the plains

I've always been a nervous wreck
Despite the drink of medicine

I′ve always been off in the fray
In perfect rhythm, in autumn ways–

O′er the plains, o'er the plains
O′er the plains, o'er the plains