Meditation Park Songtext / Lyric

Feeding squirrels and drinking coffee

At the Meditation Park

No one knows this place, that seems to me.

Thousands of three-coloured leaves

Form a ground just made of trees

How long can they look this way for?

Now I'm picking references,

Without thinking anyway

To know the altitude more or less.

Well I see the Seymour Mountain

On the other side of the creek

Just in front of me snowy already.

Rotten ships remain anchored

There must be 25 or more

Where do they come from? What do they bring?

Aaaah. Only the air seems real

Aaaah... Not even me, and then

Aaaah... some remote voices I hear

Aaaah... Only the air

Now a sunbeam falls on me

Warm enough to feel its heat

I guess that now I must go to work

Aaaah... where do these voices come from

Aaaah... what do they say?

Aaaah... only the air

Aaaah... not even me, not me...