I wish I was a bird with yellow wings,
so I could fly right out to sea,
and there would be angels in the streets,

when the ocean takes me,
I would not need to sing but follow the dream,
of any bird lost out at sea, that it might wake up in it's tree,

come morning

let's hit the ground running,

because florescent lights don't stand up to the suns wrays,
hold on dear love's coming,
take a step away before it makes contact,


I once had a dream about you and me, the happiness this low volume brings,
and at the ending of its last scene I wrote you a love song,

the melody went (badadaba) it was full of bridges over the rocky words that made you drop your jaw in amazement,

let's hit the ground running,

because florescent lights don't stand up to the suns wrays,
hold on dear love's coming,
take a step away before it makes contact,


it is late and this is just conscious your getting nervous your getting nervous,
oh it's just late and this is your conscious,


let's hit the ground running,
because florescent lights don't stand up to the suns wrays,

hold on dear love's coming,
take a step away before it makes contact,