A forest transplanted, aluminium branches
An inconvenient gray river subdued

I like the sound of your typing
There's something about the way you slam the keys

Water me for the whole night
Talk is free and time is tight

Bless us because we have learnt to fly
But don't tell us the reason why

Water is juice, zero is water, juice is fake
Every one thing where is confidently wrong

I get the why and where and how
But I guess nothing will ever finish now