grumpy at 7am

they say that if you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything at all. i can sing it, though, right? i feel kinda low today. there's something bugging me and i can't do anything about it right now. human nature says, run away. that would be too easy an escape - but sadly it would not solve anything. i want to be swallowed by the ocean, I want to be enveloped in peace, I want to smell happiness in the air. it's ironic that living simply... is not so simple after all.(sigh)

when i was young I remember someone told me that, if you put a seashell in your ear you will hear the ocean inside. if you carry it with you...you will feel like you're in the beach all the time. so sing it to me Mr. Cross.

It's not far down to paradise
At least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

It's not far to never never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy
Of innocence again
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me


Sailing
Takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free


Fantasy
It gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me


It's not far back to sanity
At least it's not for me
And when the wind is right you can sail away
And find serenity
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me