You’re surfing from The bathroom to the ibrik, Your lovely gauze gown Floating in my mind, What should I do for you to find your pretty self Here and never go? Do you remember those two fooling about? Those two of us breaking all away, The pixels at the picture will not show The way we were under the sky… You’re surfing from The bathroom to the kitchen, That vivid picture floating in my mind, Why did you go? And what can bring you back To me and keep you here?