Triumphal Arch

Walking around under treetops

I was singing for the sheen

And the music felt like rain

From the starlit ceiling

But what's that knife doing in her arm?

Undisposable, she said

So I looked up to the sky

And the rain kept falling

Unknown

Burbling

And here that I believed

And here that I believed

When she'll made on

Cursing on my shoulder

And together with this triumphal arch

Tight fire in the way

And in his cloths

But I felt

I felt 'cause I was too small

I tried but I was too small