I’m living on a tree
Hanging on a cloud
Hiding on the moon
Turning off the sky
I’m grinning at your kid
Frowning at your dog
Gnawing on its bone
Feeding on a stone
I’m waiting for the sirens to start
Breaking the day
It’s wearing off like a thought
Wearing off like a thought
It’s distorting my view
When I take the shape of your past
And I never touch on time
I never touch on time
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