[Strum Strings On Matilda]
[verse]
Place is getting packed as people pile passing pow-wow-ers
Hearing hopes healing hands hoots hollers every hou-wow-er
Frightened Feelings fill me forces fight faces flow-wow-er
Trees they twist and then they turn together they now Tow-wow-er
[chorus]
Slowly sinking steadily so I strum strings on Ma-til-da
Merry music magically made I ne-ver billed ya
Bringing brightness bountiful beaut-if-ly it filled ya
fire forge faith forever fort-u-nate they willed ya
wonder what the world will write when the warr-i-ors have killed ya
[Coda]
Too Many People too many people I think I'm losing my mind
Too many people too many people I go outside to unwind
Too Many People too many people I think I'm losing my mind
Too many people too many people I go outside to unwind
[Thanks to frostythesnowman1111 for adding these lyrics]