When the trees take root in the sky
And the planets rotate in the ground
The black bird sings a song of yellow
And the canary sings the mourning sound

We walk past where the sidewalk ends
And  transparent solid ground we fall
All green color eyes at our finger tips
Hour glass eyes falling past our closed toe call

Everything a dream
What we want things to be
For the attention of it
The reality is the worst
The real me is the worst me

Maroon painted on our sky
Green splashed our sea
Your octopus garden grows
As our river of fire flows
Flying through rock
And climbing over air
The impossible broken
My eyes woken