I took myself to the seashore
Withought a thing I'm looking for
Withought a mind I should have done...
I wrote some pages for the wind
That touches my hair and swipes my skin
And shows where I wasn't wrong.

You know it was not big surprise.
In this world I wear the crown
I am the king and I am wise
I'll never let you down.
Here all the sky is ginger-red
From endless tails of foxes
I don't need something instead.
There noone ever shocks me.

The simple life, one I enjoy.
Where noone can decieve.
The one I'll never will destroy
The world I'll never leave.
Аnd endless foxes will still hike
And spread all over sky.
Оh I'll chasing them just like
A catcher in the rye.

I took myself to the seashore
Withought a thing I'm looking for
Withought a mind I should have done...
Withought a goal I might have chased.
Uncaged, forgotten and errased...