When the sky turns blue and the leaves turn green,
When the old gets new and the bird spread wings,
When the shine is bright like a diamond in the night.
They bloom, they bloom like a smile in the doom.
They spread their arms and stretch their legs like a bond is about to break.
They cry in the bright with silent tears, we break them off and make them bare.
We break them, take them, use them, make them
But we never really remember their name, so whom should we blame.