Field of Reeds lyrics

by

These New Puritans


Fa-di-da, fa-di-da

You asked if the islands
Would float away
If the stars run through me
Like a river, like the air
I said, "Yes"

La-di-da, la-di-da

I am in the wrong place
So I will go away

Sail to me, sail to me

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