I'm sitting in the bench
Hear the rusty sound of old cradle
Get moved by the wind
Alone in a beach
Watch the sky up in the head
Sandy sand on my foot
Sound of waves that never stop collide
Never even once
My mind getting high
Even there no single drop of drug absence in my vein
Im getting high again
Just because to think bout u
You had become a new special drug to me
Brand new cocaine perhaps
Easily to get high
Im just close my eyes
And saw u around my world
Your smile make me anxious
Is it what we called love
If true, don't wake me from this sleep
I rather die in this condition
Than face the world
Just you and i
In a world of mine
Where im be the king and u become the queen
What a perfect life.
