u can look at ur little little picture
u can find ur self dead inside
u can look there's no retribution
if anything got quiter
as the grass in the moonlight
yeah,still there's no world behind
u can steel the last part of the ocean
they can reasonably make a hole in ur tiny tiny soul
in ur tiny soul
in ur tiny soul
my uncle lives in the forrest
he dunno what it's like to be magician
my honey lives in the forrest
she dunno what it's like to be magician
but i know what it's like
what it's like
my sun is already rising through the cloudy forrest,and im certain about
im certain about all the stories that i've heard in rumours,about lover's chin
cmon,yeah cmon,drag ur body up with me
cmon,cmon,u gonna love the sound of the falling tree
the sound of the falling tree,the sound that is fooling me
the sound that is fooling me everytime
listen to the sirens singing
right above ur nose
isn't it soft and warm?
or r u trippin ur little tiny balls
can u hear my scream?
i heard they living in different patterns
the word that they long to hear
is not goin to be floated through their summit
their summit
their summit
they mean nothing
