Sitting

What's new to me

Are the old n-n-n-news to you

We shed skin

Oh and we'll sign

All the letters with our fingers

We'll rewrite the names

What's blue for me

Is repentant for you

And with mouthfuls of spiders

We'll reach for our ladders

On those tree trunks

Are red for us

Do I have to play Poppa to earn a little respect

Oh honey, I'm so fortunate we met

(1,2,3)

And their plans and their guns

Train the soldiers 'til they are all caught

They worked so hard

All the trucks and their gears

You can sat into fears

When they guard

When they worked so hard

On the road that is closed

With the babies they close until then

It gets too hard

Go frozen our noses

At the smellin' of roses

I've thought

They worked so hard

They worked so hard

They worked so hard

They worked so hard

They worked so hard

(I would rather be with you

Sitting with you, sitting with me)