The landscape just got bigger
The sky bent out of shape
Carved in the rain
See this land of clay
Bringing forth a day
Eight twenty-one or wake up at will
Nine minutes to spare or the morning to kill
Goodnight, boy in the well
Sleep well
The landscape just got bigger
The sky bent out of shape
Carved in the rain
See this land of clay
Bringing forth a day
Eight twenty-one or wake up at will
Nine minutes to spare or the morning to kill
Goodnight, boy in the well
Sleep well
