Misty eyes on a misty day
Come across a place like this along your way
You walk straight in to that sweet and tender trap
And you know you’re lost and found
And there ain’t no going back
Spend the rest of your days playing all the hardest games
Just to get back to that place again
And memories oh how they stick to you
You know there ain’t a thing, not a single thing you can do
On chisel hill
where
wanna
little
night
thinking
house
nowhere
gonna
going
games
angel
again
still
draws
spend
memories
along
misty
prince
shadows
across
thing
happy
chisel
something
evening
looking
found
peace
place
playing
miles
standing
walls
stick
stone
hardest
further
straight
calls
thousand
swear
sweet
tender
there
single
those
until
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