Norrda Foggy Eyes
in my kitchen..
big brown trees..
long with the leaves..
hanging down the streets..
i wish i had trees
with long leaves
down the streets..
come and hide in my shelter
walls of sunshine
down and under my foggy eyes..
my foggy eyes..
three birds came in,put me in bed
started to bake a cake..
while i eat it
the colours changed and sounds got me so scared..
they laughed and told me that in my kitchen
trees were everywhere..
roots become my feet and leaves become my hair..
gift or curse,whatever you would say..
come and hide in my shelter
walls of sunshine
down and under my foggy eyes..
my foggy eyes..
for for for that i know..
more more more that i hurt..
