Time left in my mind for savouring all

Over the wall, savour my life savour my feed

Savour all of my beasts lives for keeps

'till I'm over the wall, over and done

Stripped to my tongue, leaving my beasts

Over the wall

Over all of the 'alls' and all

Wishing my well being

Though I'll only die when every car's an empty thing

And nothing's left, not even in

Bag filled with hope and my beasts

(it crossed my hand)

I've broken my things so what happens now?

Only hope it don't register on my own mind

And it seems that I've caught my hand

Oh no!

Done seeing without sight

It's reason alright

Forwarding cases of angst onto the floor

With all the things we ask for

Flys volunteering to take my weight and

Hold me to the nighttime sky

There's my mum, no need to cry

Bag filled with hope and my beasts

(it crossed my hand)