Letras
Walking down the street
Another fine day
Rollerblading cops on the beat
Searching for foul play
All the sounds of the city in me
Seeping through the reflections I see
But they're not
All that they seem
And I feel
Like I'm acting a scene
In a far away field
Where everything
Everything's green
The smoke turns into warm mist
On a spring day
Flying paper beats
Butterfly wings on a freeway
People's voices turn to frogs in a pond (Frogs in a pond)
When morning breaks
It keeps me going on (Keeps me moving on)
And this all feels just like a dream
And the noise
Comes from places unseen
Are a meadow in my mind
Where everything
Everything green
And I feel
Like it's all routine
Remembering the sweet air and tall trees and warm breezes
And everything
Everything's green