sleeping under a heap of leaves hiding from the dreamers and thieves noone believes what you paint under walking shoes plants a trail of flowers i choose colouring clues everything in everyone should be facing the sun let the grass grow on everything you know i know i know everything isn t the same when i m not around you and all the things that you do everything inside of us too we could leave be naive sharing your shoes sleeping under the falling fruits apples drop like red parachutes painting the roots eyeballs glowing inside your head cut down branches make a bed make you forget everything in everyone should be facing the sun let the grass grow on everything you know i know i know everything isn t the same when i m not around you and all the things that you do everything inside of us too we could leave be naive it s you you could tell me what i should do i could wait forever for you we could leave be naive sharing your shoes