brooklyn betty

Turn the flying ship around

We’re way too high

Sinking in between each beat

Each beam, we’re way too dry

We’ve hit an iceberg, in the sky

Never mind we hit the beach

In these inflated dreams

Trees groove and break

Whisper as they speak

Tricks and puzzling lies

Evolution has been a downward climb

We’ve climbed way too high

Up these corrugated cardboard trees

We’re abandoned, staying too dry

Touching an ugly sky

I want to know what it was like

Before creatures settled the earth

With the trees and trolls

I don’t want to know what its like

Where creatures evolve to ruins

Without green leaved trees and gnomes

Without a place to call home

I don’t want to be alone

There’s corrugated cardboard

Lining the red brick roads

Tall and wide trees

Corrugated by hand

Cardboard trees situated

In between your hands and mine

Folded corrugated cardboard trees

Always standing, always fine

Stronger with time

How could you walk away?

Digging a seven foot ditch

Above the clouds

You’ve come way too far

To blanket in dust

Been under construction for quite some time

You’ve been under construction

Reaching for the sky for months

We’ve climbed way too high

Up these corrugated cardboard trees

We’re abandoned, staying too dry

Touching an ugly sky

We’ve reached way too high

On corrugated cardboard trees

We’ve stayed way too dry

In these corrugated cardboard trees

Ripping apart the beautiful sky