Modest Mouse - Walking and Running lyrics

[Verse 1: Isaac Brock] We got rooked to believe We had more tricks up our sleeves As the king of the mountain when it blows sky high You just don't get to see We get tossed, we get turned While the ants intercept underground with the worms We sweat out, evaporation occurs The rain from the clouds really stirs up the dirt [Pre-Chorus: Isaac Brock] We are walking and running and we are moving around Well, we're so very active, we make hummingbirds proud With our talkin', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile We make such a noise, the Blue Angels are proud With our poking and prying, we hauled your secrets all out There was so much garbage, make a rummage sale proud We are walking and running and we are moving around Well, we're so really active, we make hummingbirds proud, with our [Chorus: Lisa Molinaro & Jacknife Lee] There are some thoughts that should never Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh There are some thoughts that should never Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh Oh [Verse 2: Isaac Brock] Got lost, unconcerned Handed every single answer, but we never seem to learn We got rooked to believe we had Tricks up an empty sleeve [Pre-Chorus: Isaac Brock] Feeling rested, we deserved it, laid our backs on the ground Use our hands to shade our eyes, the ocean rejoins the clouds With our talkin', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile We made such a noise, it blew the windows all out With our poking and prodding, we hauled your secrets all out There was so much crazy drama, it stood up and took a bow Here, I'm walking and running and we are moving around Well, we're so very active, we make hummingbirds proud With our talkin', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile We made such a noise that volcanoes are proud Well, we're walking and running and we are moving around Well, we're so very active, we make beehives proud [Chorus: Lisa Molinaro & Jacknife Lee] There are some thoughts that should never Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh Oh There are some thoughts that should never Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh Oh [Instrumental Outro]