Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth
Named by a poet
Imitation of lifeLike a koi in a frozen pond
Like a goldfish in a bowl
I don't want to hear you cryThat sugarcane that tasted good
That's cinnamon, that's Hollywood
Come on, come on
No one can see you tryYou want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced
You've got it all
You've got it sizedLike a Friday fashion show teenager
Freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don't tryThat sugarcane that tasted good
That's cinnamon, that's Hollywood
Come on, come on
No one can see you tryNo one can see you cryThat sugarcane that tasted good
That's freezing rain, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cryThis sugarcane, this lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on
No one can see me cryThis lightning storm, this tidal wave
This avalanche, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on
No one can see me cryThat sugarcane that tasted good
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cryThat sugar cane that tasted good
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cry
Composição: Peter Buck.
