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Ordinary

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My life is up atop of a tree, I won't bring it down for anyone,
I'll just stay there with respect, spitting out seeds of grass,
and by the morning, a meadow will grow, put right under my soles,
together with life, we nest here, you and me, the three of us,
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
 
Our fates are up atop of a tree, during the day it's cloudy,
you can only see the light of it at night, when sobriety goes to sleep,
and then by the morning, the sky falls, and folds another,
blue colored daydreams, and white sheep,
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
 
Look, my dream is carried by the wind, I can't even reach it by hand,
and it dances away on glass balls, on the carpet of endlessness,
and then it doesn't even look at me for days, it lives on paper ships,
then it brings its stolen treasures, for a single glance of yours,
My life is up atop of a tree, I won't bring it down for anyone,
I'll just stay there with respect, spitting out seeds of grass,
and by the morning, a meadow will grow, put right under my soles,
together with life, we nest here, you and me, the three of us.
 
Follow my trace, bend and put your face above it
See my shipwreck reaching your shore
 
I am drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk from your seasons,
which draw my most reckless craziness
I am drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk from your seasons,
which draw my most reckless craziness
 
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...