Elysian Fields - Crossrail Drive lyrics

If I was a fly, on a frog, in the sky, on a pad On a lake of olden Days I would count Days I would grow Days I would call for mother Starve the night Hope for light Brother and I How heavy are our eyelids Cold in the sun It's cold in the sun We can't undo what has been done Even now, scratches soft The traps in my head And the roof lifts off Off with their heads Can't stay in bed Sick of counting cars Is she never coming home For her babies Ghosts of no Fragments show Hunted by the creek in Burke, Virginia I want to be touched I want to be moved I want to be felt and feeling Here's where I'll die Here is where I'll die Won't you help me To reach the sky