in the morning with an audience of trees in the morning when the cicadas start to sing and she shines gently upon me and this place i i don t need to be king i am mesmerised by the birds and the butterflies gotta land on my hand give me reason to stand take it as much as you can and it s strange how we keep on making mazes that we just can t make our way through and it s strange how we seem to think we re so cool and look down on those below you when next year we ll all just think we were such fools and the year after that too but this place i wouldn t for another all we need is a little love and if nature is our lover then maybe we can love each other ohhh you say put the dog down if it isn t tamed but ooh you make don t we all make mistakes i know i do anyway and the adults say they know but their elders say they don t so to the trees i will go only the trees really know and it s strange how we keep on making mazes that we just can t make our way through and it s strange how we seem to think we re so cool and look down on those below you when next year we ll all just think we were such fools and the year after that too but this place i wouldn t for another all we need is a little love and if nature is our lover then maybe we can love each other