This Summer Breeze

This is the summer breeze
Seeing that the sky is clean
We’re drowning in the dreams

Say that you’re coming with us
To the place that’s beneath the sun
They say that’s not enough
What’s enough is all in the mind, oh…

Say what’s your name and
I’ll hear your stories
Fed with empathy
“Piece of advice”…

Come along we’ll sail the seas
Laughing with the birds that we see
Nothing lasts so long
Found ourselves so forlorn

Faceless friends living
In world’s different corners
And are wishing to
Get closer

This we’ve been looking for
A time in space to invest
A sense of place where we belong
These solar vibes are sent all around




That Wall

And when the sky becomes yours
That’s when the disguise is heavy as stone
And then you find the boy
Tell him nothing beats that wall
Alright?



Over The Stream

Longing to find what truth aims to be,
And now I’ll sail through facades.
Never a lie but not exactly correct,
Not enough play a candid game.

Run to stay.
Take a risk if you may.
But I’ll never find my boy,
I’ll never find my boy.

What’s happening now,
Over the stream?
What’s happening now,
Over there?

Weakness has never been attractive it seems,
People rather show a better face.
Never a lie but not exactly themselves,
The real isn’t always so swell.

You can play a foxy game,
But the real comes out in the end.
And I’ll never find my girl,
I’ll never find my girl.

What’s happening now,
Over the stream?
What’s happening now,
Over there?

But I’ll never find my boy,
And I’ll never find my girl.

What’s happening now,
Over the stream?
What’s happening now,
Over there?

Over there? (repeat)

What’s happening now,
Over the stream?
What’s happening now,
Over the stream?
What’s happening now,
Over the stream?
What’s happening now,
Over there?



Born in Between

A gasp so mellow is so tender
But times like these are times of lacking
When I get hurt I count more than one back
That only returns when I’m better

To believe on what’s right has a measure
But times like these are times of pretension
It’s so hard when we force truth into the other
If we always love to be right

Born in between (x4)

Gone by tomorrow
Back by spring
Soup that’s hollow
Bittersweet beans

A shrug is not caring, I find it harsh
When we get so closed that time is stuck
We believe in versions of our own stories
But do we give a chance to be wrong?

Born in between (x4)

Gone by tomorrow
Back by spring
Soup that’s hollow
Bittersweet beans

And for a little while
Let’s be wrong
And just for a little while
Let’s stay wrong



No Trophy Men

Are you coming to meet my daddy
Are you coming to be my friend
Well, nothing’s nothing, nothing beats nothing
We’re no trophy men.

Are you saying there’s no money
Are you saying there’s no world
Well, nothing’s nothing, nothing beats nothing
We’re no trophy men.

Nothing’s what it seems
But I like you girl

To do the hard work is all it’s been
To collect all of these beans
I’ll tell you what it means to me
Nothing at all

Of all these things I’ve seen
I like you girl