Mik Low - Imaginary Friends Lyrics

Does the grass still grows when I'm looking at
And the bugs can fly when the wind is up
Centipedes can't count but the go along
Cause they have no ears they can't ear this song
Playing in the dirt doesn't make me cry
But the buried monsters they will try
Trowing sticks and stones they will hurt my bones
But they paint me up in different tones
I got imaginary friends
They keep me busy with my hands
Oh sometimes I have no friends
They keep me busy with my hands
If a broken bottle can hurt my feelings
Then the liquid inside will the do the healing
It still cracks me up to ear the sound
Of the big grey birds singing above the ground
Playing in the dirt doesn't make me cry
But the buried monsters they will try
Trowing sticks and stones they will hurt my bones
But they paint me up in different tones
I got imaginary friends
They keep busy with my hands
Oh sometimes they are no friends
They keep me busy with my hands
I got imaginary friends
Oh sometimes they are no friends
They keep me busy with my hands
I got imaginary friends