Lyrics
so now you are a tree, come on lift up your arms high, today you see that you can be, higher than the marquee, buzzing in the city, oh, and that all this is tiny, there's nothing you can say, that'll be heard over, that squealing megaphone, underneath the marquee, buzzing in the city, so you can stop your screaming, and the freeway that i dreamed on, was eight hours long, the highway that i flew on, was grounded and, the only thing that's me here, is what she sees, so never mind the warmth, between all that you see, never mind what they may love, underneath the marquee, buzzing in the city, you can't stop your screaming, and the freeway that i dreamed on, was eight hours long, the highway that i flew on, was grounded and, the only thing that's me here, is what she sees, oh, the freeway that i dreamed on, was eight hours long, the highway that i flew on, was grounded and, the only thing that's me here, is what she sees, oh, and the freeway i dreamed on was eight hours long, oh, and the freeway i dreamed on was eight hours long, the highway that i flew on was grounded and, the only thing that's me here is what she sees, the only thing that's me here is what she sees
Song details
Artist: laswell, greg