Buckets Full of Sand

Buckets full of sand
Hats golden of color
Bucket hats made of golden sand
Mountains piercing the clouds
Lions running wild
Mountain lions chasing the sky
Fire eating whatever it sees
Flies faster than the cold breeze
Fireflies without a home to be
Good are those who give
Nights shorter become
Good night is the only cost

The hot beach burn my feet
Dogs cooling off in the sea
A hot dog would satisfy me
Turn around and there's a breakfast table behind
And a turntable spinning a record around



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Höglund
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