I don't mind
About these things away
And I did not regret
To anything

Spaces and times will touch my head
On the blackboard of my mind
I feel my messings trumpling around
Marking the slaves-lines behind
All by my side

Why do I have to stay on the lines?
To stay at these lines?
That are behind
Of the unique moment we have to be
The unique moment we have to live

I see my messings trumpling around
But I don't come back to mind
I'm not insane, I'm not insane, I'm not insane
It's all about the trees around
The sunshine around

Jesus and me, Jesus and me
That's all I have to be