Goes high up the tree
Just a little bird singin the highest c
And holds it thight
When the town is still
Finishing the cup
And brushing grimey teeth
I go outside
When I'm out about
The people keep on coming like in a crowded bar
And I see that like it goes
Some are alone
others go hand to hand
Evening cocktail bars
Maybe go outside
And maybe go to far
That's war
And even though it hurts
I don't feel a thing
When others say that different hands are different to the touch
But when the sun goes dow
I do what I think is best
Watch Bruce Lee on DVD
Just you and me and SunnyD
This is based on an Icelandic song. I recommend listening to it. It's called Háa C with Moses Hightower.