Little Boy
My hearth setting on the oceanLittle boy
It s time to go home soon
My eyes caught the last glympse
Of what was the end of the afternoon
The feeling of getting
Swept away by the morning breeze of the bay
The crystal glass above my feet and then
I can t tell if all this fake or sureal
Inside me I see waves on search for the shore
Little boy on his quest for the world
A step in the sea your soul's in peace
Let me send my love to you
It's the time when the sand was warm
the time that I felt love
Will I be able to(2) picture that
And bring it back
Where the sand is dry
And cold
the feeling of getting thrown away
by the river mouth of the bay
my nose is scratched
ready to bleed
I can't tell if all this is fake or sureal
