Nothing But a Blur from a Bullet Train - Lambchop

Wearing a halo of mist 
Glowing pink and purple 
In the afternoon light 
A sprawling from a hub 
Gave way to patches of green 

The wine colored country 
Unfolded as we tumbled 
Into our rooms 
And our travel kinks 
Floated away 
As we stroked the sunrise 
Stained the lake a hazy pink 

With the jade tree green rivers 
Or the apple trees 
And the thought of wearing our sun screen 
And evergreens 
Are layered 
Like feathers 
At your feet 

Nothing but a blur from a bullet train 
A picturesque 
Old teahouse 
With a carp pond 

As trundled out of the tunnel 
As trundled out of the tunnel