Air Marshal Landing - I'm Not Like You lyrics

Fully cloaked in mountain air With twigs and moss fixed in my hair The trees they tense their tall thin limbs Foretell the coming of winter again Don't you drop me like your changing leaves We made a promise prenuptially Sticks and stones may break my bones But words are wind that change The tone of the seasons She says her bright green dress is changing colours And the winds from the west are bringing others like you And I'm not like you Hustle, hustle through brush and thistle They're trained to wilt by the time The missile tows away the sun Trudge through a sea of green March a mile to meet the queen of Of the mountain