the cat strolls by she's the queen of the loose
you try to put her in a cage string her up in a noose.
she's a walking poem out on the big plank
the fifth gear drops, but nothing can stop her.
walk her out on a leash, 'cause she'll run
she doesn't think she is a dog. you do.
walk her out on a leash, 'cause she'll run
she doesn't think she is a dog. you do.
lost my balance walking round at night
it woke me up, I'm outside, the fresh air feels nice.
the sounds of the passing-car lullaby
tuck me into warm sheets of green leaves and fantasy.
and i lost my angle ruler
but my protractor's drawing perfect circles.
i stay inside the lines of my computer
watching so many perfect circles drawn all around me.
doing so well where the wild things are
we're living like a king within the wild things
we're living like a king within the wild things
we're living like a king within the wild things
we're living like a king within the wild things
she turns so swift when the engine roars
and the doppler shifts, from high to low.
the motor keeps purring like when she was a kitten
and it makes her lie down right where she was sitting.
it's the passing-car lullaby
tucks her into warm sheets of earth and sky
tucks her into warm sheets of earth and sky
tucks her into warm sheets of earth and sky
the cat strolls by she's the queen of the loose
you try to put her in a cage string her up in a noose.
she's a walking poem out on the big plank
the fifth gear drops, but nothing can stop her.
amelia - vocals, keyboard
marc - back ground vocals, guitar
janie - bass
spencer - drums
written by amelia