The warm, open wind on my skin
Primordial, a plants glazed at me
With moisture directed at me, erupts
My hair fossilised with salt and crust (crust)
Allow, allow, allow
Allow you to grow (allow)
Allow, allow, allow, allow
Allow, allow, allow, allow me (you to grow, you to grow)
Me to grow (me to grow, grow, grow)
Allow, allow
To grow
I look up at the treetops
I will braid those twigs together
Create a cathedral ceiling above me
How I long to float at midair
Between the branches amongst impossible magic
Allow, allow, allow
Allow you (allow, allow, allow)
Allow, allow, allow it to happen (allow, allow you to grow)
Oh, happen to us
Allow, allow, allow
I made a Moon
A translucent one
I'ma put it out and let it out for someone like you
How mysterious I must feel to you
The universe and the sky too
My little phoenix
When you burst out a song from my lips
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