A plastic bucket and some seeds
all wicked smiles are ennemies

go climb the mountains see the sun
go catch a million grains of sand

you built a castle for your friend
is she up there or in your head

your bark is floating on a stream
made of days made of mud on your shoes

your bark is floating on a stream
made of days made of trips made of mud on your shoes

you drew the wolf on the wall
so it stays there for the night
you're not sure what tomorrow means
but it doesn't matter for now

you're always as old as anyone you meet
rough sketches of hopes you carry carelessly
you enter the room and i feel like i've lived for endless ages

they say that soon it's over
but what do they mean
they have an inclination
to tell murky things

you're not an imitation
it's like the snow
meeting up every winter
ready to count
down

you drew the wolf on the wall
so it stays there for the night
you're not sure what tomorrow means
but it doesn't matter for now