I hear them squeal I see them preen Fans all spread out Neat and clean
Grab hold of the morning Head out to the porch Feel the wind stopping Feel the sun scorch
I fear for my safety You can see it in my eyes In an hour or two We will rise
Then a sharp breeze kicks up I hug myself hard How come there's peacocks In the front yard?
Sun's all prickly On my neck When the helicopter passes We both hit the deck
Hands grasping and groping Seizing opportunity right where it lies The sky will fall We will riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
