Beds of nails
Let us sleep
Let us learn the hard way
Once again
like we did
when we saw acid trees

young woman
You old girl
sleeping strong
in a curl
Flowing black hair
you swirl

and I bathe in the sea
of a night of lucid dreams
and make haste to the shore
To see you some more
and breathe in and believe
we can be kids that climb acid trees

I feel you tremble
I hear you cry
is it your shadow?
You can never leave behind

we make our way
through the tired waves
And pray its not the same
we are not the slaves

And I ***** in the darkness
On a night of lucid dreams
And make haste to the sunrise
to taste the sweetest cream
and dance inside ourselves
and be kids that climb acid trees