Echo - Menke, The Field

Impressions is to last

Impressions is the past

Colors our path

Move us hack by hack

There are echoes lost in the valley

There are echoes out to sea

As they undulate, some diverge and some coincide

But where ever they might be, they won’t abide

So I follow until the timbres are ringing out, o-out

Out, o-out, out, o-out, out, o-out

Uuu-uuu

There are echoes lost in the valley

There are echoes out to sea

As they undulate, some diverge and some coincide

But where ever they might be, they won’t abide

So I follow until the timbres are ringing out, o-out

Out