all the beech trees in your colony
don't know shit about how it really was
when you grew your claws.
ripped tissue like their bark and all engraved hearts
until nothing was left of the past
and all the other kids in the colony
have got helmets down to their jaws
and every little dream that tries to break through the seams
will just go back to where it came from.
i found something you can stick your fingers into
and it's warm and it's soft and it's home
and i, i found something for your little ships and boats
that travel alone.
all towers drawn with pointed claws
have no windows and no doors
and all the glass walls you run against and fall
never break, you've tried it before.
the canvas filled in the evening
in the morning are to empty to be sold
and every little dream that tries to break through the seams
oh, you know what i mean.
yes, i found something you can stick your fingers into
and it's warm and it's soft and it's home
and i, i found something for your little ships and boats that travel alone.