Issues that don't effect you is like
The news in another country.

We don't need to get involved
To know what's going on

But want to know to stop it
Occurring again

Or to reduce the increasing amount
Of ignorance, globally.

Bright green fields
And a brighter blue sky
Tractors moving
As the clouds float by

Tent's pitched
Kinda quick,
Fire's lit
No wood on it

Guitars strum
Then uku joins along
But my phone is singing
The song

Playing football
With the farmers dog
Then go back to
Burning logs

As night falls
On the fields around
The gentleness of the
Guitar is the only sound.

Bruises that weren't there before.
You fell? Ok, sure?
They beat you up again
don't deny it's always the same.
There is no end to their game;
they beat you up, beat you up and
beat you up again.
Bruises that weren't there before.
If you don't admit it, I can't help you anymore.

Black is the absence of light
Not the absence of human rights.

I sleep in the morning
and wakeup at night.
There seems to be nothing wrong
but something's not quite right.

'Cause the sun's not out
when I'm awake
and it's presence
is not for me to take.

The darkness takes
the light away
but I've never met the light
because my night is my day.

Sexuality is like colours
There is something between
Black and white
It's grey

We dream up the impossible
But it's not impossible if it already happened in our dreams.