Lyrics
Find a flavor you can taste
Let it take you far away, away
So I've got some wicked ways (wicked ways)
Now you're sneezing on the train, train
Bright yellow pavement haunts like a ghost
It's pollen city
February stolen senses
Reinforce all of the fences
You'd never know come spring 'cause
The crab apples rot before they fall
But I, I, I, I
Bright yellow pavement haunts like a ghost
It's pollen city
Yet another scrambled channel
Signal more than you can handle
Caterpillars all in a line
While you are taking your sweet time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time
Elana Riordan, Eric Jaso, Kristina Moore, Marco Ocampo, Mitch Myers
TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC