Letras
Home is where the hear be, that's part of my tranquility
Willow tree out my window creep through my capillaries
In the summer, see scenes similar to Sicily
In the winter, rains seem to pour for an infinity
Pint of Tanglefoot down the pub, that's a bit of me
I find joy sipping drinks in idyllic scenes
Doing pull-ups on the trees for stability
I found my inner peace somewhere sitting by the river reeds
Open up my soul, treat the beat like a saw pit
Peace is a process, I promise you can't force it
These green fields stave away rigor mortis
But when I fall asleep, keep my bones under Dorset
Nowadays, I've been trying to douse the outrage
Build it out a field like the farmers when they plough grain
Take a walk through the hills where the cows graze
My head was always somewhere in the sky where the clouds race
A country bumpkin, only place where I feel at home
I feel a certain calm driving back through Shillingstone
Cause when I'm in the city, know it kinda hurts still
Stomach churning like the river down a Stur Mill
Open up my soul, treat the beat like a saw pit
Peace is a process, I promise you can't force it
These green fields stave away rigor mortis
But when I fall asleep, keep my bones under Dorset