In the Green Wild - Julia Holter

City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys

See I never could fall down straight in line so sure

Someone with a thing to say

Writes on a leaf

And lets it fall onto my feet

"Talalaa"

I receive the news so small a child

Who cannot understand

I can't hear and I don't know

And the wind slows down so

Still a tree's a tree So calm and for a moment it makes sense but

The tree says "la la" and the language is strange

The woman's "wa wa" am I too bored to understand

Well good I'm done Off to the wild for me

In the green wild I am gone

My hands toes shoulders gone

But the shoes my feet have worn still remain

And they walk toward the sea

There's a flavor to the sound of walking

No one ever noticed before

There's a humor in the way they walk

Even a flower walks

But doesn't look for me

It walks just as it's grown

It's laughing

So naturally

There's a humor in the way they walk

Even a flower walks

But doesn't look for me

It walks just as it's grown

It's laughing

So naturally

It tells me a tree's a tree