A clear day, like a mountain river
Like it's let loose from a chain, like it's lighter than water
I'm reaching with my hands, I'm touching things
That's a special ceremony, and I'm becoming to be sure that
That's the real world around me...
Fully aware that time is passing by
Like falling of sand, like ripple in the water
I'm closing my eyes, and looking inside
My doubts are stupid, and I'm becoming to be sure that
That's the real world in me, I'm just waiting for it to pass by...
Push me gently that I return myself in the condition
That urge blood to climb in the chick
And plunge into the head like a bullet in the forehead
Because result is the same and I'm becoming to be sure that
That's the real world around me, I'm just waiting it to pass by...