Green - America

When the deep blue night is running close on your track

And you can feel the green monkey crawlin' across your back

Don’t take me so real that you forget how to feel

Don’t let the threat of the dagger turn your heart into steel

Smell the perfume of the silent dream

Fly the ocean, read a story to me

Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree

Speak to me

So you think that star cluster shining bright in the sky

Will speak the fate of your evening, tell the truth to your lie

Don’t let the features you read control the tickets you buy

Soon as you learn that you live, you’re just beginning to die

Smell the perfume of the silent dream

Fly the ocean, read a story to me

Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree

Speak to me

Smell the perfume of the silent dream

Fly the ocean, read a story to me

Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree

Speak to me