A five-minute break, to catch my breath,
(halfway up a mountain in the Arochar Alps, Scotland):

Ahead of me, I see a blue

Daydreams.

Eyes open wide

Eyes wide open and in my mind
treasures of a heartfelt love I find
The softness of your hands I feel
steady

Whenever it got tough on the outside

An always ajar door on the inside

Would invite her further in

Here was Peter Pan, Cinderella,

Daydreams

Come in a million
To earn millions

But none of them
Open the gates
Of the rich

Mama wakes
Me up

From the veranda

Why don't