Worship At Our Temple Lyrics - Shakhan

Mark has rattled that little bone in my head blowing strong shes right on sweet NZ runnning around getting our stuff together. 

Single wing that flys with out a single feather. 

Meeting a the paddock like perfect no drugs in me but I feel like an addict. 

Patches of rock that are sticking out like mange no scabe dog shes the beautiflly Paeroa range. 

Deer and boar they have a home on her true her top scapes then it just cuts into the blue. 

Also looks like a giant pushed dirt over a grave not sure if I'm fool hardy or brave. 

Dust is spiralling from the car like a vapour trail soon so quiet slip throught the air under a sail. 

At take off there is always a saftey check who wants to break and then spiral into the deck. 

Standing there I feel the glory of a thermal. We have come to worship at our temple.