Текст песни Warm Gold - Patrick the Pan

How come
I still flote?
Many band things
Done just to know.
What cotton hides
It's always the same
Too many wise souls,
Lost in the stupid game.

Mother nature's
Best joke.
How we sometimes act,
Makes me choke.
Giant's weakness
That makes them crawl
Flimsy seconds
Spent with the warm gold.