Tekster: Hot Water Music. Caught Up.

how do we get back away from the grind that gives no slack to the frames the ones we filtered first which widened our eyes through their colors shapes and designs with everything so brand new and everthing so pure and true when saving the world could be done in a day with a cape and an imagination ready to play on our hands and knees we crawled and watched as our elders walked we soaked up all we could clung to what we knew was good and glazed amazed at what unfolded before our face to find out we'd forget it all by being caught up in a race that isn't for fun at all with hands frustrated to do instead of willing to try living by the clock and slowly wasting away in tie on my hands and knees i plead to see the way that a child does see and waltz around aware not drowned not buried down or cornered slammed a fresh start entity an easy way to be unless you're past the age