Our flag is his coat As he marches Down the middle of the road We slowly walk behind him As we try to understand this game Towards the sun This fight has only just begun There ain’t many things He wouldn’t do for this place
Somewhere in between the trees Where the grass is green Lives a man with his queen Somewhere in between the trees In a world that no one sees He’s growing his own army of bees
Moving too fast For the magic to last On his watch the world Moves a different pace We all have space His anchor went down Kept his boots on the ground Unaffected by the race taking place All around
Somewhere in between the trees Where the grass is green Lives a man with his queen Somewhere in between the trees In a world that no one sees He’s growing his own army of bees
He came from far away Outside everyday And his rooster thinks it’s morning all the time Tobacco in the air Whenever he is near And I’m not sure if the dog is his or mine
Somewhere in between the trees Where the grass is green Lives a man with his queen Somewhere in between the trees In a world that no one sees He’s growing his own army of beesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
