Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca'. He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca'. Don't walk, don't drink. Don't talk, just think. Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon.
I can tell like the ring of a bell. A chime that is clear and true. But if a crack, the sound is flat. Like happiness that's become untrue. . Out of the East, the sun flew West.