Morning rituals
Vacant mind
Wrote a phrase
Lost in time

Red ink on an empty page
In capitals and underlined

I've always wondered what goes on
In the head of a monk or a lion
And I want to move to Spain

The day is done
Darkness falls
On my wings
Night is calling

Music from the magic hour
Fills my dreams until the dawn

I've always wondered why birds stay
In the same place when they can fly
So far away

Is there a sea inside a shell
Making the sound I know so well?
Is there a world beyond the sky
Waiting for me to come home?

Which direction should I face when I fall out of grace?

Silent river take me along
Deep in the meadow
I will build a home
Underneath a tree
I will rock my chair

Is there a soul inside a cel
Living the life I know so well?
Is there a star that shines so bright
Guiding me all the way home?

Which direction should I face when I fall out of grace?