Из альбома: More Modern Classics
You have never been there
Till you've heard the fat girl sing
Then nothing else matters
Everything just pales within
Hanging 'round the corners
Shoutin' at the top of your voice
Sing, you little fuckers
Sing like you got no choice
I believe, it's true
We are everywhere
And I feel the wind
And it feels so high
There really is no purpose
Definitely is no need
To go running 'round the houses
Like a racehorse on speed
I believe again
We are everything
And I feel the wind
And it gets so high
Come on, baby, let's go
Ooh, come on, baby, let's go
And you say where to, I say, I don't know
I just need to run and you need it too
And I catch your eye
And I feel the wind and it feels so high
We're planting up the acorns
Wondering to where they'll lead
We're planting up the acorns
Wondering to where they'll seed
Come on, baby, let's go
Yeah, come on, baby, let's go
You say where to
I say, I don't know