See through the bubble
Across the chair where the song sits
Listen to the rainforest smuggle nature
As God plays accomplice
In this act of divine violence
Is it mud you're sitting on
Or does the air not let you gravitate fully?
And as you levitate on the grass
As the reed holds your weight
The loss of blood rushes to your head
The sky is at your feet
Love is all around
It's peaceful as death
Customary as life
The beginning is nowehere to be seen
Guess, this is the end.
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