The Grass Grows Green

THE GRASS GROWS GREEN, BABIES CRY, MOTHERS NURSE, BIRDS DANCE IN THE AIR, SQUIRRELS DANCE IN THE TREES. PEOPLE THROW WORDS HEARTS CAN NEVER CATCH. THE WORLD IS NEVER POLISHED, THE EARTH NEVER SOLID. WE STUMBLE ABOUT LIKE DRUNKS ON A NIGHT OUT, EACH MOVING BEHIND THE GREAT WALL, LONGING...ALWAYS LONGING. LET IT GO LET IT BE LET ME SEE!