I am a quiet autumn
I am a wintery morning
I am been a railway and it's rails
I am trees in a forest
I have been a stump, you know
I have been a highway and asphalt
I am a table in a corner
I don't move though others are legs
I have been a flying route to north
I am a car at a park
I am full of tickets
I am shit of birds
On an engine bonnet, I know that
I am a car at a park
I am full of tickets
I am shit of birds
On an engine bonnet, I know that
I am a room in an attic
I am a house without an elevator
I am been a fairway to Stockholm and away
I am air in a jar
I am a bear in wintertime
I have been surface of the sky on a starglow
I am a car at a park
I am full of tickets
I am shit of birds
On an engine bonnet, I know that
I am a car at a park
I am full of tickets
I am shit of birds
On an engine bonnet, I know that
I am a car at a park
I am a car at a park