Somewhere in the West

oh yea your summer skin

and winter wind

daydreams in Harlequin

Oh and the air blowing

blowing along the railway track

while you stood there in your Boater hat

But aren't we all

just horses on a carousel

We're circling

On a warm breezy morning

Somewhere in the west

Somewhere I can rest

Oh and I'm colorless

Blinded by the city lights

but I'm guided by your sight

It's just like what you said

"Life is best lived in between

the future and ghost memories"