Those Cute Us by Orpha Lyrics

I am sitting, staring at the sky
I am listening to the whisper
Of the forest
Holding Whitman’s beard
I am a sigh of the burnt oak tree
That is trying to touch your throat
Your lips
Your lungs, your blood, your wings


The groans of midnight...
Where are the kids now?
The groans of midnight...
Where are our bombs now?
The desired breath of dawn
Brings every daisy to life
I miss those good old days
I miss those cute us

I am sitting. I am quiet and involved
I am looking into the hearts
Of the heroes
Accepting an eternal courage
I am kissed by winds and shadows
I am enjoyed and I am admired by
The salt waves
Silver stars, and your fire
The groans of midnight...
Where are the kids now?
The groans of midnight...
Where are our bombs now?

Where are our bombs now?
Where are we now?

The groans of midnight...
Where are the kids now?
The groans of midnight...
Where are our bombs now?
The desired breath of dawn
Brings every daisy to life
I miss those good old days
I miss those cute us