Well it’s all just scared of dying

But isn’t this a beach?

And if I know one thing at all

Is I cannot just be a peach

Oh, you come in all woke now

So, please enjoy the feast

We are weightless like a wayless beast

So what is it we don’t teach?

When we were children we were hell bent

Or oblivious at least

But now it comes to mind, we are terrified

So we run and hide for a verified little peace

So what of this release?

Sunlight feels good now, don’t it?

I don’t have a leaving plan

But something’s gotta ease your mind

But it’s all fine or it’s all crime anyway

There were six of us sitting creekside

Sifting fistfuls through the green

Every which way could be seen

Was the sand and time, not a pantomime

More like anodyne

Was a friend of mine you’d’ve known, you’d’ve known

I could prophet

I could rob I however

Everywhere isn’t everywhere

This not a veil or a fairytale in the least

So what of this release?

Some life feels good now, don’t it?

Don’t have to have a leaving plan

Nothing’s gonna ease your mind

Well it’s all fine and we’re all fine anyway