The glass means nothing without the water
Crystallize their beaming smiles in the sounds of crushing symphonies
Erupt the shine from all places
We are the children with no direction
She keeps our heads free above water with a peculiar smile
Get weighted by feeling of mints on our skin
She’s stuck to us, oh sweet honey
We cannot get enough of her purity
Underneath her glory are so many surprises
Above the surface cannot reach us in the same state
She is so adaptable to our beats
Her drops, quench our dreams of being
We are free to run rapid in her source of non- evaporating