I'm tired of being here. On this hill. No one lives to be three hundred years. Like the way it used to be. . I think they were giants. I think they were giants.
Everything you need. Is everything I need to be. I sit across the room. Your breathing starts to croon to me. . Every prone to be. A pillar of things you will never need.
I saw she was living under some branches. I saw she was happy in her circumstances. I also live under branches. I'd rather not live in these places. .
I untied all the rope lines. I gathered our things. And placed them beside me. You never arrived. And I got worried. You never arrived. And I was troubled.
Simple, simple it used to be. Riding bikes through the city. But you can't make it better. And you can't drop out of sight. . Sundays, Sundays after awhile.
My young bride,. Why are your shoulders like that. Of a tired old woman,. Like a tired old woman?. . My young bride,. Why are your fingers like that. Of the hedge in winter,.
[Chorus:]. It covers the roadways. It covers the hillsides. It covers the houses. It covers the frozen pines. . We had the snowfall. To run all the rations dry.
I must be careful now in my steps. Years of calculations and the stress. My science is waiting, nearly complete. One glass will last for nearly a week.
Maybe I'll go tomorrow with a handshake. Maybe for everyone to see. Maybe I'll go so loud and so lovely. And take off with anyone that's free. . We all like to gather up in circles.
In this camp there's one who delights me. Brings me afternoon tea then she leaves me. When they're climbing over the sea. She helps to keep our strength complete.
Come around the corner. We cannot afford to sit. Take what you're gonna take there. Make sure you make the most of it. . Sit and plan. All we can. Don't ever cuckoo and come undone.
No one seems to be around today. They must've all gone off without me again. I think I'll head home. . Maybe I'll find them gathered 'round my doorstep.
Yes I'm sorry that I missed you. I'm sorry that I missed you. When there's no-one there to greet you. I'm sorry that I missed you. . You're always chasing after deer.
They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it. . They cannot let it expand. They cannot let it expand.
Time will have warranted all that the foliage brung. Falls to the ground at the feet of the old and the young. Tired and worn from a life made of wallow and pain.
Oh, it must be over there, see. In the tall weeds with his head leaned. By an anthill, by some water. With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler. . But I'm not too sure.
Some of them were superstitious. Sitting with their backs facing the orchard. All of them with mittens on their hands and feet. Were waiting there for winter.
I'm circling around you. We're headed for the starlight in the meantime. I love your spiral hair. That you remove and lay it there around me. Sometimes the starlight.
One gigantic heart. Just refused to start. And now that the world's behind me. I'll lay here quite joyfully. . We went for a walk. To enjoy the day. Distracted by a bluebird.
I'm Mr. Amateur. On the freeway. I'm Mr. Amateur. With a cupcake. . And I couldn't fly. And I couldn't make where to go. So I stood alone with dirty face.