Waves hold me down
But doesn't take away my breath
Gulls're flying up
To very azure stately surface
They're flying up
And trying kiss my pallid lips
I've been shown the world
In which we couldn't never meet
Controling bent, controling treat
Controling every shiver you did
The calm of herbs, the still of sky
The state in which you'll never die
You've got no place to burn it out
Small fishes swims
Breaking their straight rows
They're playing with
Little bubbles from my nose
Transparent jelly-fish envelops me
Its stinging bite
Ressurects longing to be
Artist: Conjunto Primavera
Artist: Pat Metheny
Artist: Brad Martin