Walk along this grassy dirty little trail The snow will surely soon begin to fall on us And all your broken bones The trees are made of gold We surely wouldn't sell the things we love So tell me why you're chasing after things you shouldn't know
Ohh
I could really teach you I could really teach you all i know
So we sneak around to not Awake the little creatures of the night You know they may be dreaming of the things they've never owned
I said I'm sorry I'll say it again I said I'm sorry I''ll say it again
Ohh I could really teach you I could really show you all I know
