There is a cloud over my head
I can move into it, isn't that what you said?
There is a sound in the back of my hand
Trying to concentrate
Is it something I've heard?
Make me a dream, rubber or steel
You would see all of it
And would definitely feel
All that I want
And all that I fear
Will be inside of it
Pulling by the side of the road
It's the prettiest thing
That I can do for you (oh!)
Pulling all the trees we have seen
Plant in our memory
It's so special to me
Pulling by the side of the road
It's the prettiest thing
That I can do for you (oh!)
Pulling all the trees we have seen
Plant in our memory
It's so special to me
