Buses and cars, and shooting stars outside:
Daylight, in a room of burnt paper and smoke…
With electric veins and wind dancing through the trees,
Where are we going; you and me; anyone, please?
If you can see…
Come on, let's take a walk
Down a September Street.
Look out of your own eyes
Leave it there, the freedom; let it fly free
Don't hold on to that energy of anxiety
In those restless electric veins.
Is that something to hold on to really?
Leave it there, let it fall down like rain.
There is magic outside: come see…
Colours much fuller than ever in summer;
Today I saw for miles along a city street.
The smiles were few and far between, walkers streaming by,
But a boy's gotta dream, and I…
Out there, where the evening sunset sits like a pin upon the water;
Stays on the top for a while,
Maybe forever in one of your smiles…
Have a try, while I while away the days, Marie Therese.
The streets stretch on like lights extending long and fast.
I float around in my bottle on the inside of the glass;
Walking on the path and on the grass;
Rustling leaves blow past my feet as I pass.