Great-grandfather
Tossed me a coin
He foresaw further
What’s going on
What he did
So splendid
Now monochrome
Well, he is long gone
I’m dancing
I’m jumping
I’m dancing
With his memories
I’m dancing
I’m romancing
I’m dancing
With his memories
Three shiny cylinders
A strange rider
No set goal,
I’m lost control
I’m flying
I’m sighing
I’m flying
Without theories
I’m flying
Not lying
I’m flying
Without theories
Your soul flows
The wind blows
Low