I pass the street called floor and collect dreams of another.
My feet seem like wings and I'm smilling.
Pet the heart and give her your hand.
There's something in the sky,
a dream of I.
But pieces rain and that wets us on a loosing game.

I pass the street again.
There's a cat there.
I mumble some words and he goes away.

Fall asleep on a sunday.

Yes, for it all dies on a Sunday...

Yet again, the street.
The street passing me now.
I seem to look down and there's the sky,
falling sky on my mind.

Confused,
and life knows how not confused I like usually to be.

Heart runs away, I try to catch it but he flies away.
I think it was a cloud that gave him a lift...

I walk.
Me, Myself and I walk the street called life.