A Song it “A What The” ”A Whoo Why”
A song is like a mask that's tied around the world that's around you
But the world unrecognized, unnamed, unknown, is mostly true
And this is the one where my hands were in water from a bucket from a well
And passing over, the sky above you, there are trees, and glass to see it through
And this is only a moment further, and this one more, and this one too