the stars the trees the birds the bees how fantastical the night breeze is
we come we leave we all meet and grieve
with cake and chalices we all hide our malices
how many more will it take to make my first break
this emerald dream of hollow mountains

hearts guts cranium of smarts
pick up the broken pieces and dump them on SMRT
on the same page for countless days
pick me up and fly me away