Same for: I want flatlands I don't want precious stones I never cared about anything you've ever owned I want flatlands I want simplicity I need your arms wrapped hard around me I want open plains and scattered trees I want flower fields I want salty seas I want flatlands soft and steady breeze bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves I want flatlands will you go there with me when it's said in the dark and you know it's always there when it's dead (azchords.com)
