You put on your big shoes, and I put on my fashion dress.
You tie, your laces and walk out.
I remain, and grey my long, dark hair.
We run, running up into the woods.
We cross every stick and soon we should.
We´re here all alone, just trees and clouds would be fint. There´s a shine of the blue, blue skies.
You tear your shirt off and you kick off your shoes.
You twist a joint and you´re lightning it up.
You grab my head and then we lay on the ground
I feel your skin and you feel mine. (feel mine, feel mine, feel mine...)
we´re far, far from home now, and we run deeper into the woods.
this is the only solution, for us to practise our sense