Hummingbird...?
You've lost your bedroom eyes
Oh, ah, mmm, mmm, mmm
I stole this night for you and me
All I've got are some tin cans, some string, my back and a trampoline
I've got The Slowdown Family locked up inside my speakers
Gasping for air and screaming for quiet and freedom
We all need a friend who's a poet and locked away
So the things he reads and hears won't affect what he writes and says
And that's why every 12" copy of 'Dark Side of the Moon'
Should still have bits of green all stuck down in the gatefold
Where are all the satellites on this night?
It seems the clouds came out to suffocate the starry night sky
Johnny Walker (Black) is our best friend
'Cause when he kisses our lips, he dares to do it again
We all need a friend who's bottled up and left to mature
So his fingers won't be bleeding from skim-reading death tolls of another-man's war
...And no the message to this song
Probably wasn't worth the wait
One "would be protest-song" turned "loss-of-hope song" too late
So don't live your life to please
And don't take more than you need
'Cause this is give and take, just don't forget the former
We're not in Kansas anymore
Hey, I'm Jaime, I burn bridges, put fires out by lying
I've inhaled more smoke than air today
You'll grow old, and I'll die trying, oh
We're not in Kansas anymore
(We're not in Kansas anymore)
We're not in Kansas anymore
We're not in Kansas anymore
(We're not in Kansas anymore)