It's early morning
No one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
I Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
No one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
I Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
that’s being 36 for you.


