It floors me how a man can feel when his eyes
Shout out so loud what's in front or beside
Four billion fish in the sea, that may be
But tell me why I'd go fishing for anything
Telling why I'd go fishing with you beside me
Bend all my mentals in shapes so grotesque
Telling myself I'd grow best in this mess
Mud from my eyes I can finally see
How the walking is sweeter through flowers in the breeze
How the walking is sweeter near your tiny feet
Jack may be nimble, Jack may be quick
But Jack still can't run for months through the thicket
Twenty-six hundred hours lost in the trees
Just like that you pick me up and lend me a wing
Just like that you pick me up and lend me a wing
Just like that life is sweeter than flowers in the breeze
Telling why I'd go fishing for anything
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It floors me how a man can feel when his eyes
Shout out so loud what's in front or beside
Four billion fish in the sea, that may be
But tell me why I'd go fishing for anything
Telling why I'd go fishing with you beside me
Bend all my mentals in shapes so grotesque
Telling myself I'd grow best in this mess
Mud from my eyes I can finally see
How the walking is sweeter through flowers in the breeze
How the walking is sweeter near your tiny feet
Jack may be nimble, Jack may be quick
But Jack still can't run for months through the thicket
Twenty-six hundred hours lost in the trees
Just like that you pick me up and lend me a wing
Just like that you pick me up and lend me a wing
Just like that life is sweeter than flowers in the breeze
Telling why I'd go fishing for anything
Shout out so loud what's in front or beside
Four billion fish in the sea, that may be
But tell me why I'd go fishing for anything
Telling why I'd go fishing with you beside me
Bend all my mentals in shapes so grotesque
Telling myself I'd grow best in this mess
Mud from my eyes I can finally see
How the walking is sweeter through flowers in the breeze
How the walking is sweeter near your tiny feet
Jack may be nimble, Jack may be quick
But Jack still can't run for months through the thicket
Twenty-six hundred hours lost in the trees
Just like that you pick me up and lend me a wing
Just like that you pick me up and lend me a wing
Just like that life is sweeter than flowers in the breeze
Telling why I'd go fishing for anything
Writer: Lane Ellens
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