Melt in Trees - Cosmic Birds

Look for the brightside of getting older

Knowing each labour working harder

Come to the warehouse

Carry the weapons

Of your story

Flee from the stone house I’m no sorry

Free from the liars that is boring

Burn up their coffins

Flames in the roses

Crowns of nothing

I’m afraid of die, fucking paradise, and became a stone

Take me deep woods, burn and melt me in trees

Like the cinnamon driven softly breeze through the window slit

Soil and water, a new living thing

I dont wanna wait and become a stone

I just wanna wait and become

a blow of life, be running throught the leaves

and hide the branch, with melody and crunch

I’m old and tired, just wanna be the seed

against the time, be sheltering and lair.