Up
here in my tree newspapers matter not to me.
No more crowbars to my head.
I’m trading stories with the leaves instead.
I wave to all my friends.
They don’t seem to notice me, no.
All their eyes trained on the street.
Sidewalks, cigarettes, and scenes...
Up here so high I start to shake.
Up here so high the sky I scrape.
I’m so high I hold just one breath
Deep within my chest, just like innocence.
Eddie longs to stay at home...
(Oh, I’m glad to be home)
Eddie’s blue sky heart...
(I’m just glad to be home)
I remember when I swore I knew everything.
They say knowledge is a tree.
It’s growing up just like me.
I’m so light the wind me shakes.
I’m so high the sky I scrape.
I’m so light I hold just one breath,
Go back to my nest... sleep with innocence.
Up here so high the boughs they break.
Up here so high the sky I scrape.
And my eyes peeled, both wide open,
And I got a glimpse of my innocence.
Got back mine ever since. Still got it...still got it.
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