Kid

Turn the handle Open the door Step into the black nothingness We were hoping To be birds but We got hung up on tomorrow"s end No need to find your house its always here Call out from the middle of the forest Find out what you think you think about Collect the things that you think will help you out Not all mistakes are made You could be anyone No times ever to late So on, and on, and on The towers and parades Are there for everyone Go on to beat the day into a song of suns! Not all mistakes are made So on, and on and on