I'd like to sing
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
I drew the flags high on the stick of the wind
I sent the lions to my neighbors' backyard
But all the people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
'Til they die

I told the man
To make of stainless steel a very sharp sword
To kill my girlfriend on the heart and I did
At five o'clock at that same crowdy bus stop
But all the people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
'Till they die

I told the man
To sew the seeds of dream in my bedroom floor
The leaves will know their way to reach out the sun
And their roots keep just going down, going down
But all the people having dinner inside
That same old people having dinner inside
But all the people having dinner inside
That same old people having dinner inside
Are very busy with their food
'Til the die
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun
The music lighted with the heat of the sun