i know what i want and i know what we need when the first fruits of the harvest begin to blacken and bleed and the purple fruit gives way when you press it even so slightly and through the thatches behind the green leaves we heard the fire-eyed mccaw sing as evil as you please his little song is a very pretty song but its something i won't stand for and as the sun rises over columbia i know we're done for when the holes started forming in the tent and you wondered out loud where the sunlight went i had a mind to tell you but i didn't want to hurt you and if i knew how to form the words i would ask you what you'd come for but as the sun rises over columbia i know we're done for yeah as the sun rises over columbia i know we're done for as the sun rises over columbia i know we're done for