A sea of mornings,
		An ocean of memories,
			A drop of bitter and sweet,
				Like water, never to have taste.
	Looking back from an aged wave,
		Nothing is left to be shaved,
			And it goes,
				For going forward is brave.
				
	In Ocean,
		There is no right direction.

Is to know where you are going,

		When you don't know where you are standing.

Is to know where you are standing,

		When you don't know where you are going.

You are driving.
	You are dreaming.
		You are swimming.
		You are sweating.
		You are elevating.
	You are smiling.
	You are sleeping.
		You are drooling.
		You are mumbling.
	You are steering.
You are parking...

The fog is not holding back,
	Then close your eyes,
	The train is leaving the station,
	Like what it used to be,
	But this time,
	There is no return.
Smell the fog,
Smell the suffocating,
Smell the breathing,
	The memory is more alive than the body,
	And they have left a long time ago.

The Doctor had called,
	A silver silhouette,
		A fortune fountain
			A vial of vitality.
The Doctor had called,
	A different dimension,
		A small sample,
			An untested understanding,
				An incomprehensive illusion.
Oh,
The Doctor had called.

	
	
	The day is black, the night is white.
	
	
	No more shouting, no more looking.
	
	
	The pain is yours, to be rinsed by a silver rain.

You are paid thirty dollars,
	To pay thirty people,
		Each thirty dollars.
It turns out,
	That the one who paid you
		The thirty dollars,
			Was paid fourty dollars.
You wonder,
	If it is the right time,
		To just quit, and
			Slice your cake by end.

Pick up the phone! You moron!
Yes! Pick it up!
I CAN'T STAND IT!
Pick it up! The phone...Jesus Christ!
I'm going fucking nuts?
Just pick it up!
UP!
PICK!
The phone!

"Hi. Have you guys got a few quarters in change?"

	Maximum exposure,
		Is your virtue.
	Improper disclosure,
		Is my menu.
	
	Let's order each other some desire,
	grinding and grilling on the fire.
	
	The good times slips and comes by,
	Let the cleavage run high,
	Flowing from my neck to your thigh.

The woman will never stop.
	You had your chances,
		Now it's time to go for a drop,
			Like an ocean pouring on top.
You dive,
	She drives.
		Now it's too late,
			For the boat to arrive.
Ah...!
	Love!
		Always pick the best time to thrive!