Text: Guided By Voices. Under The Bushes Under The Stars. Look At Them.

It's crippling, never really knowing
We're huddling, where it's always nice

And plus there is a flame
A flame that should be hot
In spite of being small, and being still
Following wherever you will

Look at them, they're sensitive
And they inch out, look at them

And plus there is a flame
A flame that should be hot
In spite of being small, and being still
Following wherever you will