Life is a search for a deeper shade of a sunny sincere scarce soul
Resurrection of my rough rumours of the past into a new direction for satisfaction
The routine of my daily life needs a new dive to strive for a jive, like swinging rock 'n' roll
No one could foresee the eternity of my sea of vague, unpredictable miracles, like a personal pithy perplexion
Daily work and household leaves me in the cold of my lifeline that must be sold to my hidden God who feels old
Only my affection for my best friends and relatives is stable, but I'm feeling feeble like a weasel when my well-known joys stumble
The shade and sound of hard as rock and dance is my chance to enhance my trance of timeless toys and tenderness that couldn't be sold
Intimate love and illuminated hot stuff is loud and proud so that it doesn't risk the fall-out caused by my life's a hundred and tenth humble
So I'll keep on seeking for the lovers who melt my ice and always smile and look me right between the eyes, without unfaithful lies in disguise
And last but not least, I'll keep on looking through my spy glass for the fiercest feast full of obscure fantasy that is pure as a immature paradise