marquee

Marquee - Greg Laswell
So now you are a tree

Come on lift up your arms high

Today you see that you can be

Higher than the marquee

Buzzing in the city

Oh and that all this is tiny

Theres nothing you can say
Thatll be heard over

That squealing megaphone

Underneath the marquee
Buzzing in the city

So you can stop your screaming
And the freeway that I dreamed on

Was eight hours long

The highway that I flew on
Was grounded and

The only thing thats me here

Is what she sees

So never mind the warmth

Between all that you see

Never mind what they may love

Underneath the marquee

Buzzing in the city

You cant stop your screaming

And the freeway that I dreamed on

Was eight hours long

The highway that I flew on
Was grounded and

The only thing thats me here
Is what she sees

Oh the freeway that I dreamed on
Was eight hours long
The highway that I flew on
Was grounded and

The only thing thats me here

Is what she sees
Oh and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long
(And she sees me and she sees me and Ill go how she sees )
Oh and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long
(And she sees me and Ill go how she sees)
The highway that I flew on was grounded and
(And she sees me and Ill go how she sees)
The only thing thats me here is what she sees
(And she sees me and Ill go how she sees)
Theonly thing thats me here is what she sees