Your heart is a birds heart your skin but the skin of the milk Zendon and release Take a bird
The green forest Behind the Plain of the Plain The Dark Days Behind this bright night to believe in a place, maybe Die
The heart of your heart your skin but your skin Zendons skin and release O Lonely Loneliness Old Loneliness Bitter and Bleat The first and last letter every day and still Loneliness may be a path to infinite and infinite Not Someone maybe someone whose hand is not a cage
Your heart in the heart of your bird your skin but the skin of the milk Zendon and release
