What to tell

What to do

Haze on the mind

Bittersweet lead to the brain

Wake us up in the middle of the morning but

To do all the hard work

Lay low on the Crouch

Makes it feels heaven beneath the head

When sunlight touches ideas

On the Enigma

Will confuse everyone

To go to unknown places

Lostly

Sometimes thinks time is more important

Then run out with friends

Stay where we put ourselves in the trap

To knuckle down to the ground