In A Nutshell Lucky Day. Surrender
I wake again I keep your cheeks' smile
I smoke, while dubbing a mute film
Your naked feet, I adore for a mile,
Were covered with grass, violets and loam
The noise of your breath forbid my hearing
A beggar bought my irises
The air comes contrasting
I yell to stay with scalding rain,
But sun wipes off my wet outline
Your glassy skin my main retains
Your fancy box is empty
I'm disillused again
Surrender to yourself for a cup of tea
Surrender do I mean I'm happy
Surrender to yourself, cause
Want you to see the hand that goes to the end
Can't believe I'm happy
Lucky day...
