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