Walking and Running

[Verse 1: Isaac Brock]
We got rooked to believe
We had more tricks up our sleeves
As the king of the mountain when it blows sky high
You just don't get to see
We get tossed, we get turned
While the ants intercept underground with the worms
We sweat out, evaporation occurs
The rain from the clouds really stirs up the dirt

[Pre-Chorus: Isaac Brock]
We are walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so very active, we make hummingbirds proud
With our talkin', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile
We make such a noise, the Blue Angels are proud
With our poking and prying, we hauled your secrets all out
There was so much garbage, make a rummage sale proud
We are walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so really active, we make hummingbirds proud, with our

[Chorus: Lisa Molinaro & Jacknife Lee]
There are some thoughts that should never
Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh
There are some thoughts that should never
Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh
Oh

[Verse 2: Isaac Brock]
Got lost, unconcerned
Handed every single answer, but we never seem to learn
We got rooked to believe we had
Tricks up an empty sleeve

[Pre-Chorus: Isaac Brock]
Feeling rested, we deserved it, laid our backs on the ground
Use our hands to shade our eyes, the ocean rejoins the clouds
With our talkin', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile
We made such a noise, it blew the windows all out
With our poking and prodding, we hauled your secrets all out
There was so much crazy drama, it stood up and took a bow
Here, I'm walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so very active, we make hummingbirds proud
With our talkin', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile
We made such a noise that volcanoes are proud
Well, we're walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so very active, we make beehives proud

[Chorus: Lisa Molinaro & Jacknife Lee]
There are some thoughts that should never
Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh
Oh
There are some thoughts that should never
Form to words inside our throats, our throats, oh
Oh

[Instrumental Outro]