This day can lie with laundry
Pride intervenes as if the road leans
By all means, file dreams
I love, I feel so wise

Fire in the trees from the island beside
Long to feel the warm night
Fire in their eye, fighting, finding, but I
If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide
From the bottom of the ocean when I try to drop the notion
That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide

This day lie above me
Doubters receive as if the whole leaves
By all means, file me
I owe man, free-stand foliage

Fire in the trees from the island beside
Long to feel the warm night
Fire in their eye, fighting, finding, but I
If I could see the centuries, I’d run and hide
From the bottom of the ocean when I try to drop the notion
That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide

Fire in the trees from the island beside
Long to feel the warm night
Fire in their eye, fighting, finding, but I
If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide
From the bottom of the ocean when I try to drop the notion
That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide