I woke up naked this morning
And walked around a room
With a decorated ceiling
And of many books
On certain occasions one finds
That life stops to float
It is hard to explain
This feeling of tranquillity
I woke up naked this morning
And walked around a room
With a decorated ceiling
And of many books
On certain occasions one finds
That life stops to float
It is hard to explain
This feeling of tranquillity