So its failing ashes of the burning cites, around before, its been the cover up, up of all time
Knocking down soda cans, consider it a debilitation, couldn't say didn't get tired of it, so soon

When breezes the falls begins and hint the autumns air
the witness ruins shape
drawn across the cloud even when eye meets distances
Out for the chill with the b..freeze, the chill cold to put on Espionage long shelves

And its blown by the jazzman, outside her gear of pans and free think,
where did the sunset go before the time extinct
hit ocean waves, plan out the direction, caring the weight of the stick
Around the drive is butterflies bright eyes from the summer love way.

Coincide with the full blue,
beginning to feel
that the day is inside out
All who knew the acrobat
roll back of the optimistic trill
In fact promise the future for me and you

Its all but the love, Consider her dance
When you steel a peek
At her eyes
It was not of yours,
But the world to find.
Concussions of hypocrites

Breaking leaves with a quick draw of the distrait, to protect our children, from the collapse of the icy water
Blocking wind while making a mockery, the understand that a hero is arise, with will write on supernatural

The crustily that shapes death, its carbon dries out the leafs
Leaves the belief's is switch from with the pour of faith
along with teachings of an ambassador
Flown from a third demission prospective, ate it all up with a hint of autumns leaves

Hey there little sweet pea
I'm calling it
As if there wasn't anything wrong with it
But drill to a massive chain of eternal chains of belief
Above all, it rains in a cup of hands, holding everything from think
Not to mention
Whom catch a fate
Of whom firefly to distinct
There was painted black ink
Not to mention the hand, that thought how to think

Estimate the full blue, like if it was across the billiard hall
Beginning to feel how so smooth

Believe or not but
It's a phone call to you

Breaking leaves with the ground we play
Being honest to death about us

To take a sneak at her eyes again
From an over the shoulder view.


Now were running out
Into the shower of leafs

Running bare feet
With one wedge between my arms… and her cheek is kissing mine.

And now it's a total radical
Its' no more than circus parade
And I so, feel out of it
Its' more and more a less than absurd
And thrust when I labyrinth my way
And I feel so good inside… ..

Coincide with the full blue,
beginning to feel
that the day is inside out
All who knew the acrobat
roll back of the optimistic trill
In fact promise the future for me and you

Its all but the love, Consider her dance
When you steel a peek
At her eyes
It was not of yours,
But the world to find.
Concussions of hypocrites