Liquid people, wild with blue secrets
Bombing the world
with some fake red love
Pronouncing pages
of non existent rules
Blinded by see through liars
When did I turn into a movie?
Growing apart from my yellow innocence
This bouquet of adult like manners, unwanted, always there
I just wanna be...
In your arms maybe
Sing me songs of green
for you smell of hope
And read me summer mornings
I've been meaning to call in sick today anyway