high blue sky is taking time from me,
I could fly if the bird I wanted to be.
I sleep tight when shadow is over me,
I burn your way throu suffers you pay.

Grass is green under your steps,
Can you feel how it burns?
I made you just like the stones,
You can't breath and you are cold.

salt of seas is eating air,
but you are dead, you don't care,
Is sunset that makes you blind?
or you got something just to hide?