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 |