I sit alone at my windowsill. Trees crackle, sunshine blares. And children laugh like death. Their sharp happiness is a knife to me. One jealous snake on a windowsill. They will be here, trees and sun, And children with canes and pruney skin. When i`m but a memory i laugh in the trees of time. I sit alone and try to love them. i sit alone, a snake. I sit alone and try to love them i sit alone and laugh.