Vine

Found her place on the world
To her place fell all the way down from the air
Not seeing where to land anyway

Small a seat in paper top no holes put in
The box to breathe nor in the jar not even or

This world and it was
Her place to fall
Fly on the wall oh yeah
Her face full of blub
Yeah, yeah
In as the parcel fell out
To her place fell all the way down from the air
Not seeing where to land anyway

Caught the postlet but she was dead on arrival
Small a seat in paper top no holes put in
The box to breathe nor in the jar not even or