Stations away, soured homes
Away I say, corrupted con way
Wishing star give me back the blue
While I smile when I did gloom

So you say me, what have I did
Sea is green or teal

Stations here, spring is a long way
The road is cruel, should I battle or die anyway
Fancy days I stretched in long terms
I could have stole your everyday puns

Hellish confront of denied bathrooms
Sky has lost his confort pin
Dunno if I fight too hard
Or I'm lucky enough