More is in his
Oh no moon more shall live more shall live by love

Oh so sure
Oh no longer turning on the gold camera

Say it's on
On and god there in for yesterday

Share our turn
Send all the oranges or yams they are yours to eat

Keep your yams
Know that your present will go where words will go

Stay here adorned
Why's it my words demand so much?

Oh ideas
Idea - oh why the words are made of?

Cool this storm
Idea storms are once a year

Push the door
Put us at any point or perspective

I learn the words
Send up now push us up above all the world

If I fall, I can try to hang on so a giant sky calls

Why sad song?

Call why I'm begging all for forgiveness