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