Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heart
Sing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true art
Sick to the end, oh won't you lend this a new start
Valve fire
Sad that the seas don't topple the trees cos they have their ways
Cross all your Ts & come down with me so we can call off all day
Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part
Course through