Текст песни Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass

I went to a party I came in hot Made decisions beforehand My mind made up Things that would make me happy To do them or not? Each option weighed quietly A plan for each thought But then I walked through the door Past the open concept And saw Violet Bent backwards over the grass 7 years old with dandelions grasped tightly in her hands Arched like a bridge in a fallen handstand Grinning wildly like a madman With the exuberence that only doing nothing can bring Waiting for the fireworks to begin And in that moment I decited to do nothing about everything Forever