Listen To the Crickets

sit here and let me tell you a tale it's about a boy who move's like a snail there something he love so much the god's come down just to touch can turn a angle green with envy weather an arc angel or from the levy for a demon it can ring the bell even if there in the pit of hell see this is what he dose this is what he loves before the sun comes up he's not gonna shut up the moons still out he's gonna shout he put the head phones on there he gos yea he's gone it dosen't matter the season even when it's frezen' watching the bats dance on there wings with the music up loud he sings