Slow

I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die Eyes in a stream float away Treetops, dead hornets and waste Eyes in a stream float away Treetops, dead hornets and waste A simple kind of ignorance Falters to the side, exuberance to Find your mind lost her far behind Something there silent A coin or snake shell Unraveling storm from the deep Skin drops in oceans My heart is not open A dying Sun sinks to the deep (Lies) The skin drops into the sea And ripples eternally (Lies) A dying fetus will fall from the trees it never had a chance to breathe So silent slipping away Decaying violent end of the day Would be crimson floating grave I'm tranfer fading far away