Paroles de Fancy Forest

Kicking at the forest floor I'm bored Looking up the sky looks weird, not bored Of course I'll go your way my love You might call me a forest boy if you breathe the city out of me And a cloud just died And that bird, his noise it rhymes As I look around it's right You can teach me bird names every night and give me new ideas Standing on the highest hill it's warm Looking at the sky looks full, it poured Of course I know the way my love You might call me a hilltop boy if you breathe the city out of me There's twenty toes on the floor and a black dog waiting at the door I'm loaded Another night of sleeping over Another rooftop hour I'm greaseball in the shower Stationed under the tiniest tower