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With the sky up high so blue and looking
straight through to you I crack a smile,
something wild and new.
But then a rare air scares up the dew and
you get lost inside the moon and with ease you
follow that evergreen breeze away from
me.
You say notice how the seas seem to breath
when people just let them be and how life
could be nice if no one thought that they
were right.
And you look into the dark heart of our
society and it’s hard to believe that without me no
one would see . . .
You cry high in your sigh, to the leaves
and the trees in that evergreen breeze.
You shout out loud in the town, to the
people with their needles who are feeding
on their knees all around.
So you wrap yourself tight in bright
colors of the like and then when it’s night you seem
not to want to stop and drop all of your
fight.
And then when you need to defend what you
fear inside might end you’ve pushed away
those dear now no one’s here to hear . .
.
You cry high in your sigh, to the leaves
and the trees in that evergreen breeze.
You shout out loud in the town, to the
people with their needles who are feeding
on their knees.
You don’t know if they are listening, all
the while they are missing.
All their feeble minds they have run dry .
. . run dry.
You cry high in your sigh, to the leaves
and the trees in that evergreen breeze.
You shout out loud in the town, to the
people with their needles who are feeding
on their knees.
You cry high in your sigh, to the people
with their needles in that evergreen
breeze.
You shout out loud in the town, to the
leaves and the trees in that evergreen
breeze. |
