The Crowd

You’re trying not to shout
You’re trying not to shout you’re not doing well
From lower than the ground
Came from lower than the ground
And that’s why we fell
No you’re not your mother’s daughter
No you’re not your mother’s daughter
That didn’t go over well
Maybe I should soften up my words
I said to give em hell
I didn’t say to test it on me first
Ah sitting picking flowers in the garden of eden
While my mind is slowly wasting away
Ah wind is slowly blowing
While the birds and the bees
Hum their hymns and their songs to say
And I don’t know what any of it means
And lately everything is as it seems
I dare you to fool me now
You know me too well to come clean
I thought you were a blessing or a gift
I should have known better but I didn’t
I should have known better but I didn’t
No you’re not your mother’s daughter
No you’re not your mother’s daughter
Ah sitting picking flowers in the garden of eden
While my mind is slowly wasting away
Ah wind is slowly blowing
While the birds and the bees
Hum their hymns and their songs to say
And I don’t know what any of it means
And lately everything is as it seems
I dare you to fool me now
You know me too well to come clean
I thought you were a blessing or a gift
I should have known better but I didn’t
I should have known better but I didn’t
I wish you stayed part of the crowd
The crowd
(And I don’t know what any of it means)
(And lately everything is at it seems)
(I dare you to fool me now)
(You know me too well to come clean)
(I thought you were a blessing or a gift)
(I should have known better but I didn’t)
(I should have known better but I didn’t)