Small Black Piece of Field Songtext
von Temperance

It′s a small black
Piece of field
There is a trap
Or a talking drum
Rolling in the dirt
Rolling in the mud
Jump into the fire
Going up the hill
A whisper Such an idea of nature
A self-portrait
A vision of time
It's a sign


It′s a small black
Piece of field
Jump into the fire
Running up the hill
A whisper
Such an idea of nature
A self-portrait
A vision of time
A slow motion
A whisper
Underwater sounds
You're a sign