The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
The Bats
Listen hard for the wind to call your name
And if the reply is not the same
We know its a lie
The sound that comes from the sky
Stand in the field where I once grew
Jumping down until I turn blue
We know its a lie
The sound that comes from the sky
But sometimes when it don't make sense
Call me up when you run out of steam
I come over I guess that's what I mean
And don't [?] let us be
You might find that things are very there
We know its a lie
The sound that comes from the sky
But sometimes when it don't make sense