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