This song

Is about dream

Where I'm sitting on a tree

Near my house, here

Time's hiding there,

Between green leaves,

Under my feet and..

Salty air

Wringing my hair

Dance, on this cold, dark ground

In a trance, swim in my thin arms

The lights fades

I'm not looking it,

Melting grapes

And inside them nits

Crowded pilgrims cities

Slowly sinking in,

Stiffer skin

Closed in a tin

Dance, on this cold, dark ground

In a trance, swim in my thin arms

Fly to the better space

But I tell you

Everything in its the right place