See the sun there showing up
See the flower growing up
The one thatґs in your smile
Let it grow there for a while
Every spoken wordґs a lie
Next chapter written by the big guy
While all the poetry died
In our rooms where also died the quiet
The armour of scarabeus
Is what iґm hoping for
So iґm twisting ґround in my visions
To find the tree of life
Itґs my task to keep my skin