Days, they seem to fly away
When I don't live in them
Rise old boy it's time to wake
And call upon the lord
Let the angels come
Whisper in my ear
Make me fly high
Well let the angels come
The walls fall down
I'm in space
In my place
Open
(Harmony with the earth leads to identity
And creativity is the offspring of nature)
My mind
(To build something pure with the resources one has
Is to give back to the universe and rediscover life)
Let me
(Simply being more mindful
Of one's relationship with all living things)
Outside
(Will surely improve one's perception
And therefore satisfaction of their own life)
Well let the angels come
Caress my neck
Set me free
Let me see
The angels come
From above with hearts of
The desperate and passionate need to create
Don't waste
Create