Текст: Tripping Daisy. Jesus Hits Like The Atom Bomb. Tiny Men.

These little tiny men crawl on me
They can be loud at times
All I ever wished would come to me
In apple orchards filled with golden eggs

And people stand around in socks
Thinking that's it's bad
But I will be older soon to take
What I need from you

All this and more I see would come
To me in apple orchards
Filled with golden eggs and people stand around
In thoughts of thinking that it's bad

Bubble made imagination took me for a ride
Where wonder plays a magic game and I learn how to fly
But I will be older soon to take what I need from you
All this and more I see I need

Tried hard to make it until making it got worse
I hope it gets better