Planet earth is blue, and there's nothing we can do.
You, with your cocaine tongue, dance a kitten lullaby over snow-dusted carpet.
Beside the sky, we turn.
One day, we'll fly.
When stars explode behind your eyes, we'll know that it's time to swim for our lives.
I can't hear them anymore, the cloudy humanity that stomps the earth.
But they don't stomp, do they? We do. We run so, so far away. I wonder where we're going? And when we get there, who will we be?
I can only feel my death weighing down upon my mind.
I am weightless.
Forever and an infinity of space-time in which we dance, the rain is our friend. We can only know it is not cleanliness.
Let's swim, dear. Let's bleed.
I'll watch you run, and climb the tallest tree. Among the leaves, you can let go. You can fall down the rabbit hole.
Let's sleep, love. Let's claim oblivion.
We are the passing time.
We are circular, we are everything, and there's nothing we can do.