Lyrics by Zilent Lyrics by Zilent Copyright © Elecentrfilms 2013 I'm tired of repeating what he heard All throughout these mediocre days The car alarm sounds too mechanic The out street sounds cold and frantic The outdoor chirp sounds damn romantic It's all your whistles and cuckoos And doesn't that tree get lonely by itself? You're not known to be nocturnal Nor am, nor am I, I, I, I, I We're the only ones up, the night's not through It's bitchin' hour, the sky's pale blue You're at the tree, the same height I'll just be sittin' on my roof I'll just be sittin' on my roof