I want you to be my reader
I want you to catch my thought
You want me to be a seeker
For the truth behind the gloat.

For the miracles in your brain
You're ready to find a path
Where the walks are slightly bigger
Than the alleyways inside your heart.

And the trip seems to be endless
The verity comes to your bed
 At daybreak you hear the whisper:
'Feel everthing here , I beg.'