The vintage champagne on the table
She was walking down the alley towards the mountain top
Freedom is just like the clouds above our eyes with melting sun floating around the universe which we would never know without our perception
We never no
Places people call the no man's skies
She call them the wars in her mind
In the summertime
She could hear the birds on the summer breeze
She ran till the tide comes
With the flash of galaxies
We see the ocean , we see the skies
With Groove flies and lightning strikes
People were praying
For the past for the future
For the unknown and the stars
Where could we find our pine
With the hazy light of meteors
Open your eyes
Waves and clouds
Close your eyes
Sunshine and breezes
We are on the way to the mountain top
She turns back
Birds chirp , into the dark blues