Under the sky
There's a world to see
Without glasses
Fairy tales are
Burnt failures
On your sleeves
The sun rises and
Drops of ice
Fall like lies
From your eyes
And it all
Feels so weak
Big waves and
Tidy light poles
Are close to new year
Sing drunk
Spanish tunes
And count to 24
Hits so hard
Right through the bones
But after all
It's the Fear of loss
Roads to nowhere
And no gas station
It's a free solution