Dinner With Andre

I heard a voice come from a field
There it told me something i had to hear

My minds a highway headed south
Tried to speak but only blue little birds
Flew out my mouth
Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Now she's talking in symbols
What a sweet waste of time
So good

Somewhere hiding in the trees
Lies the poetry of dancing bees

Run and hide or face the fear
Landing somewhere between pleasure and pain
Laughter and tears

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Now she's talking in symbols
What a sweet waste of time
So good

If this city is a cell
It's a prison that we built ourselves

We the inmates and the guards Hhands chopped off by subway cars
No back yards
Why?
Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Now she's talking in symbols
What a sweet waste of time
So good



Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Antonio Mastrobuono
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