in the morning when she goes
to work
i distract myself whit the
sound of a bus
and at nightfall when she goes to swim look at it all
hearing the ripple of the water
you are moonstrak, she has
already told me
nana, somethings have come to us
on the wind
feeling the breeze
impossible to find a meaning
that silence shows me
our love is love indeed
feeling the breeze
impossible to find a meaning
that silence shows you
when our love is in tune