Из альбома: The Neverending Sessions
a palm tree
a royal guard
of tropical oceans and beaches
looks down upon the grains of sand
like an emperor
look on his empire
brand new wave throws me back and forth
and tends to grip me
as the metallic dolphin
carefully darts out of any obstacle
that might be in her way
the red sun breathes life into all creation
under these palm trees
i can't find the air
wonder if you can or ever will