On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay There’s no need to achieve and explain It makes me happy all the way It makes me happy…
On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay I am singing my songs to the whales It makes me happy all the way It makes me happy…
I wake up this morning Odd thoughts in my head I cannot get into my usual living I stop absorbing All things just like that And pushing myself to grieving
I got blissfully ill this morning Such a change in my head I just want to be in this moment In no other instead
On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay I am riding the backs of the waves It makes me happy all the way It makes me happy…
Well, there is a little to say You know Today I’ve realized one thing From this point I cannot do thing I don’t want to do And I cannot do thing I have no love for How stupid is that? Well, yeah, maybe, I’m stupid
I got blissfully ill this morning Such a change in my head I can only be me this moment No one else instead
On the wheel of the sun to the Bombay If you only read this mail I’ll make you happy all the way I’ll make you happy I’ll make you happy I’ll make you happy