Rubbish Colours

The way through the woods and roses

Maybe not that far away from here

I've taken every day and laughing loud

My heart drops over for being happy

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Of singing birds and rubbish colours, ah

See rotten houses and dying huntsmen

Of singing birds and rubbish colours

Jumping girls in the Lynne, in the Lynne

The smell of freedom in the air

A love without the animal's flare

On the left and right of the way

See praying kids with fat stomachs

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Of singing birds and rubbish colours, ah

See rotten houses and dying huntsmen

Of singing birds and rubbish colours

Jumping girls in the Lynne

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Of singing birds and rubbish colours, ah

See rotten houses and dying huntsmen

Of singing birds and rubbish colours

Jumping girls in the Lynne

Jumping girls in the Lynne

Jumping girls in the Lynne

Jumping girls in the Lynne

Jumping girls in the Lynne

Jump, jump, jump in the Lynne

Jump, jump in the Lynne

Jump, jump, jump in the Lynne

Jump, jump in the Lynne

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day

Well maybe I'm crazy, but I take that way every day