this dizzy life

I got a pair of wings for my birthday, baby,
and I will fall down through the sun to see you mine.

This dizzy life of mine,
keeps hanging me up all the time.

This dizzy life is just a hanging tree.”

I think today I would rather be spun around in circles, my hands thrown wildly in the air, then spend all this time indoors crunching numbers, and internally dealing with so much of too much. I feel like being five today.

Hanging Tree (live) :: Counting Crows

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