Letra Rings - Toad The Wet Sprocket
Are you the plane
That shapes the board
Part of a history
Smoothed and worn
And oh, the windy weather
Dry spells, brushfire
Isn't it strange
To see my life
You must cut me down
To look inside
And oh, the simple pleasures
This ring tells of rain
And this one summer
Good years, nightmares
How is it I remember
Knowing that I would live forever
Isn't it strange
How truth can change
And oh, the windy weather
This ring tells of rain
This one, summers
Dry spells, brushfire