The vintage champagne on the table

　　She was walking down the alley towards the mountain top

　　Freedom is just like the clouds above our eyes with melting sun floating around the universe which we would never know without our perception

　　We never no

　　Places people call the no man's skies

　　She call them the wars in her mind

　　In the summertime

　　She could hear the birds on the summer breeze

　　She ran till the tide comes

　　With the flash of galaxies

　　We see the ocean , we see the skies

　　With Groove flies and lightning strikes

　　People were praying

　　For the past for the future

　　For the unknown and the stars

　　Where could we find our pine

　　With the hazy light of meteors

　　Open your eyes

　　Waves and clouds

　　Close your eyes

　　Sunshine and breezes

　　We are on the way to the mountain top

　　She turns back

　　Birds chirp , into the dark blues