u can look at ur little little picture u can find ur self dead inside u can look there's no retribution if anything got quiter as the grass in the moonlight yeah,still there's no world behind u can steel the last part of the ocean they can reasonably make a hole in ur tiny tiny soul in ur tiny soul in ur tiny soul
my uncle lives in the forrest he dunno what it's like to be magician my honey lives in the forrest she dunno what it's like to be magician but i know what it's like what it's like my sun is already rising through the cloudy forrest,and im certain about im certain about all the stories that i've heard in rumours,about lover's chin cmon,yeah cmon,drag ur body up with me cmon,cmon,u gonna love the sound of the falling tree the sound of the falling tree,the sound that is fooling me the sound that is fooling me everytime
listen to the sirens singing right above ur nose isn't it soft and warm? or r u trippin ur little tiny balls can u hear my scream? i heard they living in different patterns the word that they long to hear is not goin to be floated through their summit their summit their summit they mean nothing