I can't lie to you I could die for you If that ain't, then I don't know what's true I was white and grey I was fear (?) cloudy and clear Hundreds of years became The space between two falling drops of rain I cannot die! I can only become sky! Anyway I'm apro (?) I am a stumbling stone I like this lake I like it just fine The fish are afraid of Being in line Throwing rocks, making waves Drinking boxed wine The moon's like an orange Except that it's wine