Boys In the Bushes
We see the houses of the rich
We see the famous orange bridge
We see the many distant hills
She picks tiny purple flowers
Boys watch intently from a distance
What a wonderful view
You can see everything
Tourists are always looking up
Never watching where they step
Snapshots capturing the wrong things
Missing the forest for the trees
Boys in the bushes
Down on the hillside
Close to the green
Flashes of heaven
Sensed but not seen
Watching the city turn
We'll be gone in a day
Acting like strangers
Losing our way
Autor(es): Mark Gane
