Boys in the bushes lyrics

We see the houses of the rich We see the famous orange bridge We see the many distant hills She picks tiny purple flowers Boys watch intently from a distance. What a wonderful view! You can see everything! Tourists are always looking up Never watching where they step Snapshots capturing the wrong things Missing the forest for the trees. Boys in the bushes. Down on the hillside Close to the green Flashes of heaven Sensed but not seen. Watching the city turn We'll be gone in a day Acting like strangers Losing our way.