Facing the waves, with your arms stretched out
You're melting into a typology
Nobody knows what you're thinking, except
the One who made the ocean, your liver, your lung and your heart
...
Love makes you mature
Of which I'm pretty sure
When you're afraid of love,
Please look at the heaven above
...
Typology
Facing the waves, with your arms stretched out
You're melting into a typology
Nobody knows what you're thinking, except
the One who made the ocean, your liver, your lung and your heart
Become a sparrow, live in his world and never
worry about tomorrow (Can you do that?) Become a mermaid, swim to Denmark, only to find
Life, sometimes is still dark
You're in typology and typology in you