作词 : Sam Yeow 作曲 : Peter Burrows & Sam Yeow Full on stand, I’m leaving soon Green grass wave around, flooding my ankles down Take a deep breath in, I tip my hat to the couch And all my friends stay put on the field of green grass And along all they go, fly high and upon away, to a subtle land of imagery Heighten up but we’re slowing down, all giggling at the singletons’ words with our cheeky little grins Like a man sitting down, stuffed up in his living room Sinking down, sipping his tea with the pinkie up Sniffing, smoking it with the silly sitcom on And away he goes with his cheeky little grin Away we go, to the land of imagery Where it's all heightened up, but we’re slowing down Everyone sunk in sticking on one another like sloppy penguins Sliding down on the bed in his room An imagery: In a heavy sinking ship that’s flying sky high wide to the coast of “Living life like there’s too much to worry ‘bout” Throw them out, out the room, out the living hall And we’ll all lie down on the green, green grass With our bloodshot eyes got us talking ‘bout our lives Full on stand, I’m leaving soon Green grass wave around, flooding my ankles down Take a deep breath in, I tip my hat to the couch And all my friends stay put on the field of green grass...