all the beech trees in your colony nndon't know shit about how it really was nnwhen you grew your claws. nnripped tissue like their bark and all engraved hearts nnuntil nothing was left of the past nnand all the other kids in the colony nnhave got helmets down to their jaws nnand every little dream that tries to break through the seams nnwill just go back to where it came from. nnnni found something you can stick your fingers into nnand it's warm and it's soft and it's home nnand i, i found something for your little ships and boats nnthat travel alone.nnnnall towers drawn with pointed claws nnhave no windows and no doors nnand all the glass walls you run against and fall nnnever break, you've tried it before.nnthe canvas filled in the evening nnin the morning are to empty to be sold nnand every little dream that tries to break through the seams…nnoh, you know what i mean. nnnnyes, i found something you can stick your fingers into nnand it's warm and it's soft and it's home nnand i, i found something for your little ships and boats that travel alone.