Lyrics
writing out my storybook
Dusty is my king today, can i take you there
Every page is gloom, my brakes don t work Bird, headed for the trees
love it when you call my name
Headed for the trees, can i be the one
I never made it far, and my eyes can t see
I m like a dog on the most magic shroom, dusty is my soul, dusty is my soul
and my eyes can t see
i m like a colourful half-working car
my brakes don t work
Can i be the one, headed for the trees
Shouting from the fields, can i be the one, love it when you call my name
dusty is my king today
Writing out my storybook, headed for the trees Spring, can i show you how
Writing out my storybook, i mma wait in for a signal King, big boy in a broken hole
I m like a dog on the most magic shroom, i m like a colourful half-working car
Dusty is my king today, can i take you there
And my eyes can t see, headed for the trees
can i show you how
Can i show you how, then we ll go on the run headed for the trees
Headed for the trees, dusty is my soul
can i show you how