Lyrics

Dinner with Andre
By: Marcos Menendez and Alessandro Mastrobuono

I heard a voice come from a field

There it told me somthing I had to hear

My minds a highway headed south

Tried to speak but only blue little birds

Flew out my mouth Ah - Ah - ah - ah - ah


Now Shes talkin in symbols

What a sweet waste of time. So Good


Somewhere hiding in the trees

Lies the poetry of dancing bees

Run and hide or face the fear

Landing somewhere between pleasure and pain

Laughter and tears Ah - Ah - ah - ah - uh


Now Shes talkin in symbols

What a sweet waste of time. So Good


Now if this city is a cell

It's a prison that we built ourselves

We the inmates and the guards

Hands chopped off by subway cars no back yards

But why - iy Ah - Ah - ah - ah - uh


Now Shes talkin in symbols

What a sweet waste of time. So Good