Walking around under treetops
I was singing for the sheen
And the music felt like rain

From the starlit ceiling

But what's that knife doing in her arm?

Undisposable, she said
So I looked up to the sky
And the rain kept falling

Unknown
Burbling


And here that I believed
And here that I believed


When she'll made on
Cursing on my shoulder
And together with this triumphal arch

Tight fire in the way
And in his cloths
But I felt

I felt 'cause I was too small
I tried but I was too small