I walked out of my home Off to the streets, Just watching the sunrise Walking the distance, Like the sun was my only mate, Trees waving high, Birds on their way, Breeze blowing pollens away, Squirrels on their mission, As I walked past this vacant, busy aisle, Wet with fog.
Then I walk into the town, Old houses, shelters for memories, Of children growing, Of bedtime stories, Of new relationships, Of heart shattering goodbyes, Those red bricks hold a lot more Than just a few bonded people.
Off to the countryside, Where dogs chased the sheep's, Where cows grazed the morning wet grass, Huge old farmhouses, With pigeons gossiping on top, Green apple trees, And squirrels playing across and on the space between them. Sunsets on the patient mountains, Mountains that separate The savage human civilisations From the land of nature.
And so I go to the cliff, Certainly favorite spot for lovers, Watching the city lights, And the stars above, Hand in hand, They lose themselves among the stars For they're stars themselves, Lighting the skies of their nightfall. And I lost myself, As the shooting stars Took me to her (The star of my sky!)