Στοίχοι: Giardini Di Mirò. The Soft Touch Of Berlin Guitar Falling.

So this life is not what I
imagined it would be
My hopes, my dreams consume, it seems
my youth for something better
I blink my eye and time flies by
and days are gone forever

It all comes down to little things
that sparkle colours bright
It all comes down to pleasures found
that fill my dreams at night

Warmth is in the sunshine
a smile from a stranger
the gentle drizzle of Scottish rain
kisses from a lover

colours of the clouds
laughter with a friend
dreams mingle with rainbows
harmony in solitude

Gather your gold each day