…We live in every moment but this one Why don't we recognize the faces loving us so What's God if not the spark that started life Smile of a stranger Sweet music, starry skies Wonder, mystery, wherever my road goes…

…the winter cottage, it takes time, there is no hurry. You live like you have wanted, just to take your own time, to please you, not to fight of the love live. They all want the same, of my point of view, its not really a game. I dont know, how you feel, every day, does the real love, make you happy.…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…I don't care what you look like, I don't care 'bout labels I don't care what the book like, I don't care who you pray to I don't care if you weird, there's a chair at my table It's only there if you real though, I don't…

…When the last candle dies We'll be waiting for sunrise One last time Pointless war, era of peace was torn Like before, In the end there's no one on the throne We let go, no one cared anymore Then we forgot all we stood…

…warden asked me how I was willing to die Of old age would be nice Any requests considering your last meal Well, big fucking deal 'Cause on the bright side the summer's always coming But on this side it's ever departing I…

…And I know I have to be ready I take a deep breath and walk outside Black rain falls down hard So tired to find shelter We are the ones to blame So you better walk away One solution for all of us And we agreed with hope…

…Last night I dreamed of you Dream too perfect to be true Together in a place where blossoms grew And then I woke up next to you Last night I dreamed of you Inside my dream was love so new The sun was shining and the sky was blue And then I woke up next to you…

…as you’d be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day’ll cease to be Greet the last light…