Kingsbury Manx Zero G
why shake the tree?
aren’t the branches out of reach
harvest comes calling in rows
and we have us our own clear understanding
the lights in the city
going dark, going dark
and we, haggard and lost kept to the sidewalk
and we have us our own clear understanding
i make believe
there’s a rocket, super speed
weightless i can lie on the roof
weightless i can lie on the roof
and we have us our own clear understanding
and we have us our own clear understanding
we have us our own
it’s our own
we have us our own
it’s our own
we have us our own
it’s our own
we have us our own
it’s our own
we have us our own
