Sandbox

I tried to look at the stars
 But I failed to understand
 So I looked down at my shoes
 And saw they were full of shit
 I sat on a surreal bridge
 Watching red and white rays crossing
 Whispered a name and paradoxes
 Missing dry swings and sandboxes
 This is happening right now
 It will soon be too late
 These good times went so fast
 Come on, please root out frustration
 You can leave and try to steal magazines if you want to
 And I will burn the books I've written for you
 This is happening right now
 It will soon be too late
 The flying green boy should be beaten up
 For making kids believe in wrong tales
 They tease at lonely wolves without legs
 Who still run light-years ahead them
 This is happening right now
 It will soon be too late
 This is happening right now
 It will soon be too late
 It'll soon be too late
 Haunting memories, bitterness
 Make up your mind, I'm restless
 Too nice, too sad for these games
 When I am gone, you'll realise the loss, the pain
 This was happening right now
 It's all over, it's too late
 This was happening right now
 It's all over, it's too late
 This was happening right now
 It's all over, it's too late
 This was happening right now
 It's all over, it's too late