Thomas Dalton - Acres lyrics

The sun is coming out, The birds are all singing from their towers. The dew is springing up, I shouldn't be; Early morning workshop hours. And we will never lose this house, I will make some money by spring. And you and I sing, "We wanna keep our things." There's thirteen thousand acres, Thirteen thousand acres for you and me. Left rigging up above, Digging going on beneath the earth. Tunnel with the groundlings, Digging for this moment since our birth. And we will never leave this earth, We are tethered ever-ground-bound. And you and I shout, "We wanna stick around." There's thirteen thousand acres, Thirteen thousand acres for us now. Yeah! A shell becomes a house, a house becomes a home we own, And there's bills to be owed and taxes, you know that The only thing you own is your love and this moment alone. The sun is getting high, Birds are getting quieter, The world is getting louder and I listen to the choir of the day. There's thirteen thousand acres, Thirteen thousand acres in the way. Taking weekdays off, the men are all drilling in the town. The quietness of love, no one around here to fuss when we get loud. And we will never lose this house, I will make some money somehow. And you and I shout, "We wanna stick around." There's thirteen thousand acres, Thirteen thousand acres for us now. There's thirteen thousand acres, Thirteen thousand acres for us now. Yeah!