Из альбома: Break in the Clouds

My mind, it is an ocean blue.
From these waters, thoughts from me to you.
Observer serves a higher point of view.
Now we see that you are me, and I am you.

My thoughts are blooming roses, blue.
Water through my soil, through my roots.
Searching for higher, higher point of view.
From these waters to the sky and through the moon.

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