• The echoing silence is pure bliss
    Today’s sounds drowned out by the dreaming world
    Where the sun has a gentle kiss
    And the fields are made of the purest gold

    Tomorrow’s worries will wait
    Tonight’s slumber will create peace in a chaotic life
    The crowds of people that are running late
    No! They do not exist in this silent life

    Yes, I’ll enjoy the golden grass hugging my toes
    The gentle summer breeze sweeping my hair from my face
    I’ll run to run but there’s no where to go
    Yes, in this place I’ll follow my own pace

    The echoing silence is pure bliss
    Today’s sounds drowned out by the dreaming world
    But tomorrow is sure to come with a hiss
    It will slither into my place made of the purest gold