The Wisdom's In The Trees Not The

A Lot Of People Spend Their Time Just Floating/ We Were Victims Together But Lonely.

Our Dreams Are Made Of Real Things, Like A Shoebox Full Of Photographs.

The Wisdom's In The Trees Not The Glass Windows.

The Light Was Leaving In The West It Was Blue The Children's Laughter Sang And Skipping Just Like The Stones They Threw The Voices Echoed Across The Way Its Getting Late It Was Just Another Night With The Sun Set And The Moon Rise Not So Far Behind To Give Us Just Enough Light To Lay Down Underneath The Stars Listen To Papas Translations Of The Stories Across The Sky We Drew Our Own Constellations

Trouble Travels Fast / When You're Specially Designed For Crash Testing / Or Wearing Wool Sunglasses In The Afternoon.