Testo Living Things

Lay on the asphalt
Warming my face
Searching intently
For living things

Our world has a fault line
It swallows itself
Craving intently For living things

A mouth full of brave words
No lips to speak
Since it’s fleeting and floating
Simply out of reach

I just can’t stay now
It ain’t my style
An hour for us now
A lifetime to go

A festive occasion
That’s too good to last
An hour for talking A lifetime to pass

A mouth full of brave words
No lips to speak
Since it’s fleeting and floating
Simply out of reach