Dwell My Outside

This is my song
an I'll never sell my feeling to a Major,
mass-produce my compositions
or interpersonal comunications.
But here I stand
kicking blind the walls to find an open door,
two days are enough to know
What's is happiness, and sadness.

Dreaming my life
seems much easier
than opening my lazy eyes,
but there is a light,
which comes from far
Away and dwells my outside.

This being deserves a world or colours,
a song of empathy,
a green covered reality,
wide open horizons,
While I'm singing my blueys

This being deserves a world or colours,
a song of empathy,
a green covered reality,
wide open horizons,
While I'm singing my blueys

It's a lie that I swear that
I'm not a psychosomatic,
I could break my bones
if I only remembered the good times?

Dreaming my life
seems much easier
than opening my lazy eyes,
but there's a light,
just your smile brings me to Paris?
Take me there!