We take our tails over the  trees

Free the seas of blessings in we

We are kids— we are pissed—

Sometimes, we are kissed

 

Out of boredom drains our blood in rains

Can’t kill the swash before the sea

Rather would we kick the skies over the trees

We are pouring peace this dawn

You can miss your sleep bus and meet us at morn with a Y car

 

Just by the crossroads of angels and demons

We are free like birds

We are birds flying over the trees