Just one fundamental notion of the sun
Just one notion fundamental to our blood
We're all perfect, lost in our ways
We're all worried, and hurting to
Find a hole in the ground and fall through to the stars
Look at my skin it smiles for you
The color of absent minds worn through
In moments past, fragments of a recollection, an utterance
show mercy to those who act in ignorance,
for the simple fact that you too are ignorant.
We are all lost, floating about (in space)
without the love that painted the scene,
drew everything, all of our being (all-ways)
