Because they’re like the others, because they’re all the same. I dreamt we’re undercover, we played it like a game. Sought out over water, on a wooden ship we sailed. The sea she was a fighter of legendary fame.
In our yard, we’re going outside, Going through the waves.
Stepped into the backyard we’re braving for today. The leaves shape my propeller, the wind blows us far from
our yard. We’re flying and flying through trees. Sailing outside.
Save this aging picture that we hold on to for days. In treetops undercover, the memory it will stay. Our flags are full of terror, the clouds stretch over our heads. The rain falls down for hours as we wait for the
day we are flying and flying through trees. Sailing outside.
In our yard we’re flying and flying through trees. Going outside.