When i grow up, i want to be a forester and run thru the moss on high heels...that's what i'll do

throwing out a boomerang, waiting for it to come back to me

when i grow up, i want to live near the sea, crab claws and bottles of rum...that's what i'll have

staring at the seashell waiting for it to embrace me...that could be solely what i do

last night i drew a funny man, with dog eyes and a hanging tongue, it goes way back

i never liked that sad look from someone who wants to be loved by you

i'm very good with plants, when my friends are away, they let me keep the soil moist

on the seventh day i rest for a minute or two, then back on my feet and calling for you

you got cucumbers on your eyes? too much time spent on nothing, waiting for a moment to arise

the face in the ceiling at odds to look, i'm waiting for him to catch me