Are we lying underneath
A swimming pool full of leaves
And are our ankles covered with gla**
Appear our hearts like a collage
Of bits and pieces which maybe
Once were falling from a tree
Into that painted hole we used
For going round and round like ghosts
And are the animals we've trapped
Still in those places that are kept
Quite separated from the rest
By fences and guards and kind requests
And tell me is it just the same
For all those humans who might gain
A chance for changing how things go
How i wish for them that they can do so
But i am still lying underneath
That painted hole it's filled with leaves
My ankles are broken my heart came undone
And the century has just begun
I'd rather be up in a tree
So i could tell you all that i see
Not a single ghost but hopefully
All kinds of beings living free