At chips chert
They walk
They float (Over water)
Wise and Calm
The clouds support his head
One for made
The other to pretend
Cold he run
Until he finds the end?
Precious Mox
I have into my hands
One to find
The other to pretend
Golden girl
She knows there in no end
She knows there in no end
I’d like to run
I’d like to run
I’d like to run