I'll rent you all this, paid to harvest thee
Be grateful for this great opportunity
While it's wondrous there's no guarantees
You'll become homeless, then win the lottery
You'll lose the harvest, no longer go hungry
You'll build up a compound, I'll wash it to the sea
I'm the lightning to your willow tree
I'm the curve ball while you steal base number three
Little droplets falling where they be
Little branches like the blood in you
Pain, love, rain
Spider secrets washing down the drain
You alone
I'm the lightning to your willow tree
I'm the curve ball while you steal base number three
Little droplets falling where they be
Little branches like the blood in you
I'm the lightning to your willow tree
I'm the curve ball while you steal base number three
Little droplets falling where they be
Little branches like the blood in you
Little branches like the blood in you