We flow like a river down to the sea Showing the city how to be free From the wall to the window and the world between What we are, what we turn to What it really means I scream for the summer, wait for the fall Dream of the forest, taking it all Were the leaves, were the seasons ever really there? In the garden, was the city never meant to care? Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah In the car, in the valley, in the things we say In morning, in the shadow, in the milky way From the wall to the window and the world between What we are, what we turn to What it really means Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah In the car, in the valley, in the things we say In the morning, in the shadow, in the milky way From the wall to the window and the world between What we are, what we turn to What it really means Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah