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