little warts on their finger-tips Dirty 'n green Tiny 'n mean Floppin' around By the edge of the stream Frogs with dirty little eyes Dirty little tongues
Baby, you've changed my life I'm trying to show you...why A tiny stone that hides from Can't you see that I'm just outside A mountain stream that chills
And the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down stream
Find a secret spot Check you're in the clear Strip from head to toe Fix yourself with cream Drop into the stream Fix yourself with cream Drop into the stream
dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem Clean and so serene See myself without ruining lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams
{On Christmas Eve in 1818 A blizzard stranded the tiny village of Ogledorf Nestled in the Austrian mountains That same day the people of St. Nicholas'
an active volcano They rose through the ages of man To be finally expelled out on a mountain side Riddled with tiny lava streams Their journey was completed
By the wandering pines Where the sun goes hiding Swims a little green trout With its shadow wallowing low Through the wandering stream With the stones
bellies throwing stones at sunken cars we get home we smell like spring we sit and watch the sun get lost tiny sailboat in a stream we'll only take
And the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow and shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down stream
not respect state lines, why should you? And I've seen dirt dry fires arise by pissing boy fountain statues And they say electricity, can travel up your piss stream
From a robot dance and a shuffeling walk Got stream that runs into a musical sea Come alive like a seed growing fast I got a better place for my baby
My tears were flowing down to the ground a sad stream of silver is a mournin' man's gold And where the seeds of sorrow soon were found a flower of light
limestone-white structures hold our marrow. As in marine animals that swim free. (But we're) separated, through tiny variations along time's arrow. Unknown
On Christmas Eve in 1818, a blizzard stranded the tiny village of Obendorf nestled in the Austrian Mountains. That same day, the people of St. Nicholas
the Odenmaa the very few of them left took pairs of the animals with them and sailed trhough a passage way melted by the stream to Bockland, an island
the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow and shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down stream
hills All the waters running down the mountain streams Flood of Eden bring to life this dream Tiny steps, Minor giant steps in the world unite Tiny