In the morning, I can't really feel the light
As the other people do; preparing for work...

Her hair explodes into a calming gentle pattern
By a gust of mother nature's sweet breath...

Girls like the smell of flowers
Given from a man they'd love to spend time for...

I'm a Fine Arts student in room one-o-three
A uniform, some chairs, a table and me...

We drink beer! Beer! Beer!
It comes from the heavens as angel tears...

One day and it was going dark
I was sitting on a bench in the park...

In the rain, I see this lady
A beautiful lady, all wet and shady...

The crying lamb on the table
The crying lamb which made me cry...

There I was on a chilly but fiery meadow
With the sun and a girl singing a mellow...

People, people, such wonderful creatures
And each person with unique features...

You look so pretty in the bathroom, in the tub...
This time you made me smile at this very night...

A shelve filled with bottles of ten
In a room with a pouring squinny dawn...