Fog comes rolling over the mountain
Like an angel dressed in white
Trickles through the drinking fountain
Here comes the light
Sitting underneath a crooked tree
Dotted sunlight is so fine
Singing like the breeze ‘cause it sings like me
With all the love that I can rhyme
It’s so easy to be kind
So I don’t know why you’re sleeping downstairs
I don’t know why it seems like you don’t care
I can’t understand what you’re not saying
There’s a bit of violence there in the games you’re playing
You lie that everything’s OK at school
But come home with a black eye
You outta just walk away it’s cool
Don’t be that guy
It’s so easy to be kind
If you tr
So I don’t know why you’re sleeping down there
I don’t know why you seem so scared
I think you’re not aware of what you’re doin’
There’s a taste of violence there in the beef you’re chewin’
You’ll fight them all
Down at the mall
They are your friends
You want revenge
Take your magazine
To the mezzanine
They are fifteen they are fifteen
The final scene
Shot from the mezzanine
They are fifteen they are fifteen
Shot from the mezzanine
I don’t know why you’re lying down there
Another sunny day ends in despair
It’s not fair and never justified
Just another pile of pain to be brushed aside
You’re lying underneath that crooked tree
Dotted sunlight is so fine
I’m singing like the breeze ‘cause it sings like me
All the missing love I rhyme
Words and music by Eric Michael Jones – ©PAu3126415 Eric Michael Jones / Studioli
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