Gazing in the hot day sun
The story has just begun
So take a look around
A white bird on your shoulder
seventeen years
So much sorrow and tears
The city´s glowing game
All the forgotten names
Of those who have been waiting
A bottle in the sand
A gentle stroking hand
The silence of bare feet
As she turned to leave
A message from one person to another
All the wild animals
with my eyes wide open
in waves i sense se the commotion
when thoughts are no longer my own
The wind is crazy again
The drunkards and the dames
As the door is closed
Nobody seems to know
The green leaves of the city
It´s time to carry on
To face the raging storms
To find the blind man´s track
He won´t be coming back
As he connects one person to another
A bottle in the sand
A gentle stroking hand
The silence of bare feet
As she turned to leave
A message from one person to another
All the wild animals
with my eyes wide open
in waves i sense se the commotion
when thoughts are no longer my own
when thoughts are no longer my own
when thoughts are no longer my own
now thoughts are no longer my own

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