Ten times ten makes things even
Five by five told me you could die
The numbers, you're apathetic
But we are just like cumulus in the sky
Gathering together way up high
We have a life of our own
Two by two when the pressures low
When it starts to rise we clap, clap, pow
Going where the wind will blow
Time alive, the healings slow
I feel quite light headed
Altitude collapsed
Seventeen started but where it ends
Is another thing, the sky, depends
I am too distracted
This is my relapse
Gentle touch, fluff, ice, lemon
There's just a pencil marking
Tell me everything
Lit up hands, music for the gun
I learnt to adapt to everyone