I'm gonna leave it right behind the desk.
I'm gonna put on fire with no regrets.
I'm gonna touch it like it was above.

I get your story and write it according my night.
I'll let it open for the blow of his lips.
And walk a round and straight ride,
Make the sun close the door I have the eyes.

And turn to the left at the second blink of the day.
Eat all these colors that come trought the glass.
Watch down the river going due to my will.

In my smoke draw all the curves of your words.
And take that big old hat out from the deck.



And leave the sense to the people I don't know.