Dinner with Andre

I heard a voice come from a field
There it told me something I had to hear My mind’s a highway, headed south
Tried to speak but only blue little birds
Flew out my mouth
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ay
[Chorus]
Now she′s talking 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-ah-ah-ay
[Chorus]
Now she's talking in symbols
What a sweet waste of time
So good[Instrumental Break]If this city is a cell
It′s a prison that we built ourselvesWe the inmates and the guards
Hands chopped off by subway cars
No back yards
Why?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ay[Chorus]
Now she's talking in symbols
What a sweet waste of time
So good