Fine is sand,
Fine is skin...

Seas can be blue,
Seas can be green...

Time is a concept of the unknown,
A concept of the never known...

2, 1, 0, Nobody is the hero,
3, 2, 1, All done...

There was a girl whose comfort shape was circles...
She loved them so much she loved a boy with...

Ticking tick, ticking tick tick.
The lines are running slick...

Born of the future,
Mind of the past...

Burning hearts desires,
Something set afire...

Burning seas lose to me,
Taking all my family...

Darkness to the Skies,
Badness to the Lies...

A simple little lie,
which mother always tried...

You are you,
I am me...