Pooka Breeze
I've been waiting over an hour, for just five minutes of yout time
And can I ask you just one question, oh am I hard to find
Can you see properly, in both eyes
Cause it seems to me, that, I must be transparent
Let yourself flow, theres more to be felt
So little that comes my way is real
Feel the breeze, alive, alive
Through the trees, floating, floating
No need to know the direction, of the flow, gently, gently
No push either way
When I was not looking, someone did the dirty on me
They sprinkled something, I don't know what, and now I am transparent...
