The one that makes the trees dance
Can stir a little romance
Invisible and can throw hands.
Singing through wood,metal, and fuck all plastic.
You carry a million songs, fantastic
You carry the silence
You carry missiles and bombs
You grind down the mountains
Right all the wrongs
Lift me up like the scent of pie
The apple of my
Nah it’s just something in my eye
“Pollen”, sniff, cry