A lonely tree
singing to my baby
the noise of wind.

when there is no place else,
sailing on a sea of translucent beauty,
the butterflies are back.

when there is no place else,
sailing on a sea of translucent beauty,
the butterflies are back.

fishermen of dreams,
there are no straight lines,
only the flow of time.

fishermen of dreams,
there are no straight lines,
only the flow of time.

fishermen of dreams,
there are no straight lines,
only the flow of time.

i’m not in this movie
i’m not in this song
he is watching over us
one-man show

I’m not in this movie.
I’m not in this song.
He is watching over us
one-man show.
AND YET ANOTHER VIEW OF PARIS