
In smug godliness
I look down at skyscrapers
hundred floors above

In smug godliness
I look down at skyscrapers
hundred floors above

Sunrise on pebbles
reflection of life’s beauties
for those who wake up

All the world must stop
watch Mother Earth gulp her sun
daily matinee

Sky brings on the blues
not a single cloud in sight
insomniac moon

I’ll run far enough
till mountains become molehills
life is all problems