Lighting striking in my garden,
Burnt grass making shapes.
cfter all, this time, there's no one to blame.
It's all spinning faster, faster than we change.
cnd I think this time I'm sure bound to break.

You better catch them sparrows
While they're flying high,
`Cause they'll turn to arrows, and they'll fall
Right off the sky.

This is overflowing,
It surely won't reach land.
cnd I think this time we really should, like,
talk about it cause it's getting out of hand.
Oh, it's all so crowded, and you know I hate it here
but they keep on talking so we can't leave.

You better catch them sparrows
While they're flying high,
`Cause they'll turn to arrows, and they'll fall
Right off the sky.
You know it's funny, so we all pretend.
They think it's over but it only just begun