Distance doesn\'t keep us apart.
It\'s our realities in a duller Sun.
Can I stomp the ashes of the flames
we planted here.
Fetch a pale of water
maybe wine is better or quicker,
but down the hill we go tumbling
as a tumbleweed.
Jack bumped his head and
Jill came tumbling after!
And sow must be reaped.
And maybe what shall be watered
shall become a beanstalk to
the kingdom of a giant fiend.
Pull down the golden harp
and outrun the king and they
say the bigger they are
the harder they fall!
And the golden harp sung their praise.
And the golden goose would lay a rainbow egg.
And so Jack & Jill...and the beanstalk
you sold the cow for a bean,
and now your fortune is strange.
And so Jill can hatch the egg, from the golden goose,
from her cage and now time
can heal our dreams.
The harp shined as a golden beacon.
The wisdom of angel bright.
Jack found the seed seller was gone.
Only a empty bag and a skeleton.
His hands shaking from the utopia he feared.
That building on fire, that nail on the chalk
became a frail figure. Dancing in the sun,
as a ghost carries me half ways to you.
But it was only so fragile this eternal tear,
ascends the sky. In a hopeless fray.