the smell of air

More real was light and dark some feel they would change all give all to change one thing apart from the light we lost our way spring out of your bed like it's a Saturday morning spring out of your bed like it's a summer day in July give up yourself and give back everything you have into the sun give up the shelf that holds all of your favorite things you used to play with downstairs What was the hurry? What were we scared of? Well, why weren't we more scared? They should have warned us all