reetops, canopy, branches caress three clouds, make it easy to never leave home. It's an animal kingdom and this here's your throne. If an inexistent overpass is overpassing me and the cars, they go right through it leaving time only to breathe, then it might just be existent, it might bend at the knees, then its entire existence is overpassing me. I want to feel you breathe near the garden in between a sky who seldom sees his audiences' praise and the pave. I want to melt into the pavement or, perhaps the grass, but as I'd dance within the soil you would derive that I were trapped. Corrode the sand I see! I want to feel you breathe near the lone tree in between a sky who seldom sees his audience at all and the pave. I want to melt into the pavement or, perhaps, the grass. Oh, how I'd dance 'round piled soil. At least you can relax. And with the rate of the ringing comes yearn for descent. You've got nothing on your mind. Alter mine. Mine crawls out fine. In your warmth I'm screaming if only for a minute.___mind. Alter mine. Mine crawls out fine. Gardens get cold and the lone tree's cut to better real estate. Take the idea and run it past your head on spinning plates. Born again, an environment is cut, new, sifted through and through. I want to feel you breathe.