There are some important mistakes above, so I'll copy the lyrics from the original cd:
On our street, dirty seats
I know you feel like we can't go inside
we can talk in private here
tell me now of how things used to be.
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl.
We could find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
We could make a broom of weeds
And brush and sweep all the Daddies away.
If we went back to being small
We could find a place where we could raise ourselves
You'd be ill with so much guilt
But we’d pretend that they got better now,
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl
We could find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
Make a bed of maple leaves
Sleep with minds on the door
Only steal what we need
Keep our milk in the stream
We could make a broom of weeds,
And brush and sweep all the Daddies away.
one of my favourites songs :D just GREAT.
There are some important mistakes above, so I'll copy the lyrics from the original cd:
On our street, dirty seats I know you feel like we can't go inside we can talk in private here tell me now of how things used to be. But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl.
We could find an old boxcar In the woods to make our home We could make a broom of weeds And brush and sweep all the Daddies away.
If we went back to being small We could find a place where we could raise ourselves You'd be ill with so much guilt But we’d pretend that they got better now, But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl
We could find an old boxcar In the woods to make our home Make a bed of maple leaves Sleep with minds on the door Only steal what we need Keep our milk in the stream We could make a broom of weeds, And brush and sweep all the Daddies away.