Three cousins boxed up tightly Look out below The one's avoiding sleep and craving the glow So low Solo magic majesty This is not your tragedy Now that we are older We all still know So don't regret the harvest Regret the sow So low Solo magic majesty This is not your tragedy Lit up and lit my pillow You can say you wanted everything you got Lit up and lit my head up We will never ever speak of this again When it is all around you And it is so So low