Cicada Nation

I can hear the screaming through my window 
I can feel them crawling through the grass 
Everyone's got something that they're selling 
Got their piece to say

Something's buzzing in the air 
Something's living in the trees 
Nothing to it really, and that is everything

Standing in the wake of a blanket wave 
Can't be heard above it 
Little wings don't carry you any higher 
Flattened underfoot in time

Something's buzzing in the air  
Something's living in the trees  
Nothing to it really, and that is everything

Hear me out...
See me through...
Feel me, I can't get to you...

Something's buzzing in the air   
Something's living in the trees   
Nothing to it really, and that is everything

K. Fahy (Actual Species, ASCAP)