This day can lie with laundry Pride intervenes as if the road leans By all means, file dreams I love, I feel so wise Fire in the trees from the island beside Long to feel the warm night Fire in their eye, fighting, finding, but I If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide From the bottom of the ocean when I try to drop the notion That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide This day lie above me Doubters receive as if the whole leaves By all means, file me I owe man, free-stand foliage Fire in the trees from the island beside Long to feel the warm night Fire in their eye, fighting, finding, but I If I could see the centuries, I’d run and hide From the bottom of the ocean when I try to drop the notion That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide Fire in the trees from the island beside Long to feel the warm night Fire in their eye, fighting, finding, but I If I could see the centuries, I'd run and hide From the bottom of the ocean when I try to drop the notion That a tiny-iny isle washed up with the tide