Picking Up Sticks Lyrics - Paul Weller

Come blackest crow 

Start the wheat field blow 

In a wind so high 

It waves and glows 

'til you can't see the wood for the trees 

I'm like anybody on their knees 

Trying to find a way to make it fit 

Picking up sticks 

Let's swirl again 

Take us far away 

To the church bell's chime 

In a far distant field 

To a place where so lately so slow 

And a time I feel like letting it go 

Far away enough to catch our breath 

I know where and everyone there 

Looking to click 

Picking up sticks 

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Come crimson rays 

Paint us all the same 

You know the magic is why 

And it's here again 

Now you can't see the wood for the trees 

Now like anybody on their knees 

Far away enough to catch our breath 

Looking to click 

Picking up sticks 

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