C'erano una volta i Felt e canzoni epiche come "Sunlight Bathed The Golden Glow"

You're trying to fool somebody, but you end up fooling yourself
You read from the "book of the dead" but you don't know what is about
I listened to you now maybe you'll listen to me
You're trying much to hard to make you're world seem like a dream
You're steping out of something
Yeah, You're steping out of line
Stop making a movie of it
Oh it's just my style
Stop sitting around and thinking
You're gonna do no good
I tought you're poetry was sometimes good

You're steping out of something
Sunlight Bathed the Golden Glow
Stop making a movie of it
Stop tellin the things I know
Stop sitting around and thinking
You're gonna do no good
I tought you're poetry was sometimes good