Shins Mild Child
This ten year old, smiling summer eyes.
They win, they win.
(They survived) and showed us how they could dance like
angels.
There was a time, (came on the glass, the sun.)
(So you're never sure just whom to punish.)
He can come inside to hide away and (ease your haze
ennui.)
He sighed and tried to hide,
But I recall the alien eyes and what that felt like.
'cause they were happy laughing there,
(Then they're delayed in the current.)
But don't allow yourself to make-believe in any kind of
virtuous life.
Because each of us is both of them.
One blowing out, one breathing in.
