Trojan Stalks
Szymon
Out where the trees burn The slate was made for you to learn Give time, plastic mess, romanticised Seen through their bloodshot eyes Out where the trees burn The obfuscations that they churn Torrential, overdrive, to swim you dive You’ve stirred a big bee-hive Floaters in your eye Stare at the sky Dreamy days gone by You’ll justify And time will fly You make reasons why Money’s tight Duty’s light Hopeless sigh It’ll be alright, alright It’ll be alright, alright It’ll be alright