Waxy

From seven to twelve, I see the world

Just for that time I'm sure I'm still

From seven to twelve, I look up high

And I make sure it's true to my eye

From seven to twelve, I float alone

I'm always home nevertheless

From seven to twelve, It's pretty cold

I'm moving too slow but you move too

I'll see you again, you'll pass me like glowing silence

It's bright out at night and I feel alright