Bat You'll Fly

Abby listen to the click of the

Fluorescence I found in sweet sad mouth

Weather was the Indian way

I bet you never have drove.

(And run on to the village) I'll follow.

('Cause happiness ain't bein') a swallow.

(Am I late instead,

When you wake up late.

Found your Velcro shoes,

It's a holiday.

And run on to the village, I'll follow.

'Cause happiness ain't bein' a swallow.)

I'm tired, faint

On the old

Beware, it's there, she's here, smile

You'll find reasons,

To power all the seasons.

Power hope infuses the blood

The child dies.

(Don't you worry, I'm your brother,

Finch rise early, but you'll recover.

I said, I said, I said, I said

Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma

Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Look who's got a beautiful place

On the Avenue Saigon.

Usually we have socks

And my compass to outdoor.

(And crouch under a bush) like a mate-uh,

('Cause happiness ain't lovin') it's winter.

(On a summer day,

There's a village way.

And the leaves are golden

And the trees are colder.

And crouch under a bush like a mate-uh,

'Cause happiness ain't lovin' it's winter.)

No more, bye. Thrown back out.

Your plan on your hands, must carve into shape

Streets are powered with people lovin',

Words are destined to break down and bats will fly.

(And if there's trouble, I'm your brother

You'll talk subtle, but that's a cover.

I said, I said, I said, I said

Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma

Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Lame, lame

The doctor only picks what he wants

Sage

So give it to the preacher now

Mad in here, was welling from the westering wing.

A moment rang,

Your mother's said your girl is gone.

(I could have told you (to be livin' in the (place like one?))

I could have told you (you better let the building run)

I could have told you (to be livin' at the building now)

I could have told you (to be livin' in a building))

Swallow do you want to come home

And we'll ride in my buggy.

Take me 'cross the Indian waves

And we'll swim with the great whites.

(But you can still think back to) the wild,

('Cause happiness was being) a child.

(Now house is bare

And your mother, lonely.

And your village cries,

'Cause the kid is older.

But you can still think back to the wild,

'Cause happiness was being a child.)

My bones see for your eyes.

When you retire, she's here, smile

You'll find razors, the doubt always saves 'em

I am the reason that the child dies.

(Every morning I'm your brother,

Memories push you to paint another

I said, I said, I said, I said.

Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma

Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)

Bang! Nail. A doctor only preach like one.

Space. So give it to the preacher now.

Madeline, is hanging from the west-wing field, and

A moment rang and the moment said, "Your girl is gone."

(I could have told you (to be little in the pouring down)

I could have told you (to be little in the living red sun)

I could have told you (to be livin' in the pounding drum)

I could have told you (to be livin', off far away...))

Don't you pray if it's only the play then

Writhe its stampings into the ground, yeah

I won't wait for you in a mural if

You won't wait for me in Albania

I feel so elusive in Houston,

You feel so exclusive in Houston