Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heart
Sing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true art
Sick to the end, oh won't you lend this a new start
Valve fire
Sad that the seas don't topple the trees cos they have their ways
Cross all your Ts and come down with me so we can call off all day
Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part
Course through
Thanks to razvan
