DESCRIPTION:
Cascading down with fallen rain, our fields flood while we say: "Were singing and dancing and I'm up in smoke. If I'm still alive can you pass me the coke?" An arrow pointed here curves to the left, and these backroad towns show us the rest. Cobblestone streets are breaking apart. And if you push me here, I'll show you my art. I can pedal backwards 'til I get lost. 'Til I can make it through this holocaust. I can go wherever this tree takees me. Grow old and rot and wait for my miss misery, cause...The needle's falling and we are losing steam,so I jump to the first left and jump on the other team. A team where I'm just holding, onto the calm, the waiting alarm. The very essence of our breaking dawn. And I wait for this passion to awake in me.But as the moon fades, I always flee saying:"were singing and dancing and I'm up in smoke,if the whole world's laughing this is one cruel joke".Have we lost control? Or are we part of the system with no regrets.Look down at me as I root into the ground,giving up on life; a new tree. A new sound. Oh no, when is enough enough? We take everything for granted. And I can't go on, this has gone quite far enough, dont you think?Oh no, when is enough enough? We are the leaves of love. Dancing in the trees, they sing to me.