DESCRIPTION:
Big open land
You hold the weight of the air in your hands
Big open air
You feel the tickle of the trees on your chest

And why did you go and waste it?
The things that you know are making you a stone wall, stone fence
Your story's so old you just tend to keep them

Long winding road
You got a secret, but you won't share it

Big open land
you hold the weight of the air in your hands
Big open air
you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest

And why did you go and waste it?
The things that you know
are making you a stone wall, stone fence

Your story's so old you just tend to keep them
Long winding road
You got a secret, but you won't share it