PLAY YARD SYMPHONY (BUSHMIND remix)

Set out for the Bowling Ball Sea
Go on an adventure on the lawns
The late afternoon in the box
We saw God in...
You've got to choose one
From a bunch of balls in the play yard
You're determined only to accept what you can see
The damp sound of a shooting ball
Someone's small scream toward the sky
The row of lockers in the empty corridor
The secret notes posted on the back of the photo lab door
Set out for the Bowling Ball Sea
Go on an adventure on the lawns
The late afternoon in the box
We saw God in sunlight
Those magical days keep questioning me
Gun salutes are fired everywhere
It's alright I remember sometimes
The time we chose what to bring on the journey
Make a toast in the fast food restaurant
Noise of many people's voices leads me to the dusty dim room
Let those creaks pass
Set out for the Bowling Ball Sea
Go on an adventure on the lawns
The late afternoon in the box
We saw God in sunlight
Those magical days keep questioning me
Gun salutes are fired everywhere
It's alright I remember sometimes
The time we chose what to bring on the journey