Triumphal Arch

	Walking around under treetops
	I was singing for the sheen
	And the music felt like rain
	From the starlit ceiling
	But what's that knife doing in her arm?
	Undisposable, she said
	So I looked up to the sky
	And the rain kept falling
	Unknown
	Burbling
	And here that I believed
	And here that I believed
	When she'll made on
	Cursing on my shoulder
	And together with this triumphal arch
	Tight fire in the way
	And in his cloths
	But I felt
	I felt 'cause I was too small
	I tried but I was too small