Worship at Our Temple by Shakhan Lyrics

Mark has rattled that little bone in my head
Blowing strong she’s right on
Sweet NZ
Running around getting our stuff together
Single wing that flies with out a single feather
Meeting at the paddock like perfect
No drugs in me
But I feel like an addict

Patches of rock that are sticking out like mange
No scape dog she’s the beautiful Paeroa range
Deer and boar they have a home on her true
Her top scrapes then it just cuts into the blue
Also looks like a giant pushed dirt over a gravе
Not sure if I’m foolhardy or brave

Dust is spiraling from the car likе a vapour trail
Soon so quiet slip through the air under a sail
At take off there is always a safety check
Who wants to break and then spiral into the deck?
Standing there I feel the glory of a thermal
We have come to worship at our temple