Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picking Up Sticks, artist - Paul Weller. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Picking Up Sticks |
| Come blackest crow |
| Start the wheat field blow |
| In a wind so high |
| It waves and glows |
| 'til you can’t see the wood for the trees |
| I’m like anybody on their knees |
| Trying to find a way to make it fit |
| Picking up sticks |
| Let’s swirl again |
| Take us far away |
| To the church bell’s chime |
| In a far distant field |
| To a place where so lately so slow |
| And a time I feel like letting it go |
| Far away enough to catch our breath |
| I know where and everyone there |
| Looking to click |
| Picking up sticks |
| Come crimson rays |
| Paint us all the same |
| You know the magic is why |
| And it’s here again |
| Now you can’t see the wood for the trees |
| Now like anybody on their knees |
| Far away enough to catch our breath |
| Looking to click |
| Picking up sticks |