Tea in a Cool Breeze

He's seeing bright stars over me The open walls in his mind He's drinking tea in a cool breeze There's not much wrong to be right Mining back in old days A stormy lighthouse turned grey An old image in your mind Graffiti walls, more past times Some old long windows look down A new life drawing, a lounge Time to look a new way, into the sun In the morning you're holding me On your mind, is last night If talk is cheap, then he is yours to see My chamomile tastes just right Tea in a cool breeze