Tekster: Ten Foot Pole. Home.

hey have you picked up anymore marbles off the floor the streets you once lived on are now gone time will never stop and that stilts we used to walk on are now too weak for you and me to walk on now looking out among the clouds right through the rain massive mountain tops in the front of me i want to go home where i know it is safe and everybody's watching out for me home that's where i live spend most of my time here there's too much unrest nothing goes as planned so let's leave and go on home before it gets too late dancing to the music all night long