Four+Skinny+Trees

They are the only ones who follow me. I am the only one who follows them. Bunches of clouds fluffy like my personality. Clouds who don't belong here nor there. Wandering endlessly with the wind. When you look out the window you can see them but no one sees.

Their calmness is their secret. They throw bolts onto us. They spin and throw without a care. This is how they play.

so, Let no one forget or the'll get tossed like leaves in the wind. play, play, play, is what they say when i rest. They play.

When i'm too tired and frail to play, thats when i loot at the sky. When everything seems down, look up. One who trudges through wind and rain to see you. One who's lost but knows where to go. One who wanders and rains, wanders and rains.

Song; Today, everything was fine,fine,fine Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I suddenly found myself in a bind, a bind. Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested that's getting you down. Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye, I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried. Say what you will, say what you mean. You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean. Tomorrow, what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head, translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown. I'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town. Say what you will, say what you mean. You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.