under the roof, dream of the ocean
a sailor who wanders through seven seas
the breeze is so fresh, even in your awaken
in the sky, you are flying so free
words are kept underneath the pillow
promises left through the window
lost in the shadows of destiny.
things could be started, like this
with a piece of fusion jazz melody
a feather cloud floats around
let's cool it down, take it easy
the idle life is ideal live
enjoy everything keeping you lazy
have you heard what is calling?
there is nothing, in theory.