YOU ( plural)

Sea through the wind

Save your last wing.
It Hills up onto our skies.
And we´ll run to
Run to the most unwaking spirit.

You seem so quiet when you laugh,
And I know the matter of this meaning
But we`ll stop here, dying on that words
Of saying goodbye.

Saying goodbye.

And I shall not be so busy.
Ll´Learn to fly out to the sea.
When we ´ll cry out our last laugh
We`ll be entered to our filled haunting aside air.

Note.
Well I don `t know what it´s thrieve but it sorts out well in my rhyme.
(giggles). See you. At the moment of smoking,
It`s said, now. ( I wouldnt stop if you cant).

Hello Mr yellow men and women