First hour ain't so bad,
first hour I see only in primary colours, reading the numbers on my page.
First hour looks so bright,
quick shower, laugh all night.
My flare gun pen says - " leave me to the sky".
Maybe I'm the wind and you're the trees,
but we're the forest on its' knees.
And i'm sorry we grow up hard to please,
I'll think of you when i'm kicking leaves.
First hour hopes get high
first hour all the people sit and sigh
I wish and you wish and they wish to come back
Hitch my stomach to my throat,
hook me eyes and let them go,
So blind (Sublime) I hear the morning bells
illuminate the letters so they spell:
F I R S T
F - i'll Find a way
I - Inside my head
R - Relive the smells
S - and Steal myself
T
Maybe I'm the wind and you're the trees,
but we're the forest on its' knees.
And i'm sorry we grow up hard to please,
I'll think of you when i'm kicking leaves.
Maybe I'm the wind and you're the trees,
but we're the forest on its' knees.
And i'm sorry we grow apart so easy.
I never knew these things that could please me.