Greg Laswell - Marquee lyrics

So now you are a tree Come on lift up your arms high Today you see that you can be Higher than the marquee Buzzing in the city Oh, and that all this is tiny There's nothing you can say That'll be heard over That squealing megaphone Underneath the marquee Buzzing in the city So you can stop your screaming And the freeway that I dreamed on Was eight hours long The highway that I flew on Was grounded and The only thing that's me here Is what she sees So never mind the warmth Between all that you see Never mind what they may love Underneath the marquee Buzzing in the city You can't stop your screaming And the freeway that I dreamed on Was eight hours long The highway that I flew on Was grounded and The only thing that's me here Is what she sees Oh, the freeway that I dreamed on Was eight hours long The highway that I flew on Was grounded and The only thing that's me here Is what she sees Oh, and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long (And she sees me, and she sees me, and I'll go how she sees) Oh, and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long (And she sees me, and I'll go how she sees) The highway that I flew on was grounded and (And she sees me, and I'll go how she sees) The only thing that's me here is what she sees (And she sees me, and I'll go how she sees) The only thing that's me here is what she sees