I threw water on the
Sun and the evening and the
Moon lies in pieces on my bedside
It still wasn t dark enough
Soo I pick the jar and helded through the nightsky and capture all the star
Still I have
Dreems I dont like, there are nightmares I love
There must be something wrong I m yet to be born
Let me come home where u r
LeT me comE home
I m tired
