There Is A Place Where Time Stands Still



Where Evil Flies But Is Never Willed



Where Souls Are Searched One By One



And Voices Ring Out For The Day Has Begun



You Can Hear Them Sing



You Can Feel Them Sing



You Can Be Them Sing




We Are The Brown Eyed Pickle Boys



Searching For Truth And Freedom



We Are The Brown Eyed Pickle Boys



Roaming The World We See



We'll Roam Around Touch The Ground



Don't Wipe It Away



Take What You Need But Not In A Foolish Way



Take What You Need But Not In A Selfish Way




There Is A Pool



A Dent In The Earth



Where Water Stands



From The Clouds That Burst



They Cool Themselves From The Aim Of The Sun



Where Voices Scream Out For The Passion Of Fun




You Can Hear Them Sing



You Can Feel Them Sing



You Can Be Them Sing




It's All So Clear, It's Far From Me Now



This Vision Of Hope This Vision Of Sound



Where Man Is Kind And Cares For The Earth



Where Voices Cry Out For The Plea Of Self Worth