Spring: la renaissance du monde, the renaissance of the earth, of the world.
We spring back into life like 1,2 CLEAR!
Letting the sun thaw our frozen hearts and set fire to hormones eager to arise from hibernation.
We spring into the beauty of this world like a new born baby from the womb.
We spring into sunshine, blooming and blossuming, ripping clothes from our backs like acid.
We spring into each other like bullets cause shit gets hot when spring begins
And when spring comes, she screams like a burning angel.
Brilliant it is
The feeling of flying through space and kissing the stars and making love to the moon
All because spring sprang you into it.
Unable to obtain out feelings we sprout out onto other flowers.
Sucking the nectar and moving from one flower to another.
First a dandy lion, then a rose, to this beautiful flower called lilly.
We spring into the clouds like air planes but spring too far and we don't come back to earth.
See the winter keeps us grounded.
Heavy boots trudging through sticky snow we
Use to know how to keep our feet to the concrete
And the soles of our shoes to the souls of our hearts.
See the winter keeps us grounded.
Winter keeps our roots inside the cracks of the ground, so frozen that we are unable to move
But then the sun comes and melts the ice away and frees out leaves
so that we can grasp on to others.
And now look at us…look at us now
Unable to take care of our seeds.
So our seeds turn into limp stems
Afraid to lean towards the sun
So they walk around with their heads down like some sort of burden
Too heavy to spring itself up
Too heavy to look towards the sun
Or too light so it springs into life too fast
Not enough foundation so it dies too soon.
Our beautiful seed dies before getting a chance to even be able to drink the
earths natural waters
And since are heads are stuck in the sky and brains're being burnt away by
a devilish weed we tend to forget that we have a seed.
So they die.
Right before or eyes
But we don’t see it
And since seeds don’t have anything to
worry about they'll be ok until they turn up missing and then a couple of days turn up buried in the dirt.
Spring.
Spring.
My beautiful spring.
My god can't you grow the most ugliest things.
We spring back into life like 1,2 CLEAR!
Letting the sun thaw our frozen hearts and set fire to hormones eager to arise from hibernation.
We spring into the beauty of this world like a new born baby from the womb.
We spring into sunshine, blooming and blossuming, ripping clothes from our backs like acid.
We spring into each other like bullets cause shit gets hot when spring begins
And when spring comes, she screams like a burning angel.
Brilliant it is
The feeling of flying through space and kissing the stars and making love to the moon
All because spring sprang you into it.
We spring into the sun because it’s hot and dangerous
and we know that if we touch it we’ll get burnt.
Our winter angels are now gone because of our spring devils.Unable to obtain out feelings we sprout out onto other flowers.
Sucking the nectar and moving from one flower to another.
First a dandy lion, then a rose, to this beautiful flower called lilly.
We spring into the clouds like air planes but spring too far and we don't come back to earth.
See the winter keeps us grounded.
Heavy boots trudging through sticky snow we
Use to know how to keep our feet to the concrete
And the soles of our shoes to the souls of our hearts.
See the winter keeps us grounded.
Winter keeps our roots inside the cracks of the ground, so frozen that we are unable to move
But then the sun comes and melts the ice away and frees out leaves
so that we can grasp on to others.
And now look at us…look at us now
Unable to take care of our seeds.
So our seeds turn into limp stems
Afraid to lean towards the sun
So they walk around with their heads down like some sort of burden
Too heavy to spring itself up
Too heavy to look towards the sun
Or too light so it springs into life too fast
Not enough foundation so it dies too soon.
Our beautiful seed dies before getting a chance to even be able to drink the
earths natural waters
And since are heads are stuck in the sky and brains're being burnt away by
a devilish weed we tend to forget that we have a seed.
So they die.
Right before or eyes
But we don’t see it
And since seeds don’t have anything to
worry about they'll be ok until they turn up missing and then a couple of days turn up buried in the dirt.
Spring.
Spring.
My beautiful spring.
My god can't you grow the most ugliest things.
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