Walking around under treetops I was singing for the sheen And the music felt like rain From the starlit ceiling But what's that knife doing in her arm? Undisposable, she said So I looked up to the sky And the rain kept falling Unknown Burbling And here that I believed And here that I believed When she'll made on Cursing on my shoulder And together with this triumphal arch Tight fire in the way And in his cloths But I felt I felt 'cause I was too small I tried but I was too small