Like oceans and breeze
I'm playing the paperpiano
filled by the innocent swirls

I cannot really imagine it's bad
although I fear feeling good
always waiting for the sky
to fall down breaking my knees

Like a tower straightened
I'm wanting to reach high
filled with faith and trust

I cannot really imagine it's bad
although I have tears welling up
always waiting for the sky
to help with my sorrowful streams

It's because the core is exposed
and I can see the substance myself
It's because the primordial is reality
not just words embedded in sweet lies

So I cannot really imagine it's bad
I simply won't...