You put on your big shoes, and I put on my fashion dress. You tie, your laces and walk out. I remain, and grey my long, dark hair. We run, running up into the woods. We cross every stick and soon we should. We're here all alone, Just trees and clouds would be fint. There's a shine of the blue, blue skies. You tear your shirt off and you kick off your shoes. You twist a joint and you're lightning it up. You grab my head and then we lay on the ground I feel your skin and you feel mine. (Feel mine, feel mine, feel mine...) We're far, far from home now, and we run deeper into the woods. This is the only solution, for us to practise our sense