Raindrops
tick on the window
Making
this day wander off.
Clear
rivers on the sidewalks
Have
dragged little precious cobblestones
And
we beat on
We're
just like little boats against the current,
Hither
and yon
We're
getting soaked to the skin.
And
all we feel is this ardent openness
And
all we need is the consent
To
do everything we can before it is too late
To
do everything we want,
Just
not so fast.
Because
it feels a little fast
Reflections
of this skyline
bravely spur inhibitions
bravely spur inhibitions
These clouds seem to be waiting
for us to dive into the breeze
for us to dive into the breeze
So
we fly off,
We
are like coloured moths towards the sunlight
Can
we move on
without the fire burning our scales?
without the fire burning our scales?
