I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
I don’t like the waves, that crash down over me.
You’ll never know the stair case, unless you talk to it. You’ll never be
Rain falls up into the sky, while the trees turn to ash and blow away
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
The egg fell while trying to put his pants on. He cried out in
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
Mr. Peanut, wake up from your day dream. Reality is waiting
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
It’s not the shining stars that you use to see the world around you. It’s not the pretty
In time, we get it wrong. And, we can never go back. It’s too far of a climb. We would never make it, even if we tried.
We should be lovers, cause no one knows what it’s like
The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
Green sun, won’t you kiss me? Purple cloud, is what I am to you. Let’s cross the bridge,