little minds in the wine. these were the plans we were making when we were little to fall in love and die old. to pass away and share ourself to the world.to all who dream will one day wake alone.but then find peace in the dirt field grave with the grave stone that says your name and flowers places as goodbye gifts that we would never resive. these are the plans we make as me dream alone. to fall apart and die so young.to all who live will one day wake alone. but never find peace in a dark field room. will all eyes on you.and envople with your name.that we will always resive. beacause these are not the the plans of the unplaned.