Looking out for a new sensation wondering what it is to be living in a world of imagination imagine what it's like to see when the leaves turn brown when they hit the ground when there's no one there it makes no sound as the tide rolls in be ready to swim back to him
Four-fingered rings cracking jokes and breaking things four-fingered blings wielding swords and making kings for those who know we won't be there much longer though but we will come back again
Looking out for a new decision every single place we go what's the point in the recreation of the spaces down below when the leaves turn brown when they hit the ground when there's no one there it makes no sound as the tide rolls in be ready to swim back to him