Siamese

Siamese

You won't believe the breeze

Could belong to you

Overseas

The faded blues and greens

That were a part of you

So should we appease

The land and the trees

The clouds and the stars?

The way that they are

Out of reach

Your favorite city dreams

In violent neon scenes

Fragrant leaves

That peace that summer sleep

We almost realized

That if we appease

The land and the trees

The clouds and the stars

We'd stay where we are

All the places you'll go

You'll never be alone

Always be your home

Always be your home