Waiting in the morning
While the grass is growing and the world is spinning in time
Hoping for the day that someone will say
That it's gonna work out fine
Work out fine
Believing in the dreamers
And the world’s bee keepers
And the honey that they do produce
Betting on the players
That they answer all the prayers
That were made by me and you
Me and you
Do You Believe, believe in me
Do you Believe, believe in me
Living in the summer
In all the daylights' wonder
While hiding underneath the shade
Walking in the wind as the rain begins.
To fall in on my day, on my day
Talking to the strangers
Believing in the dangers
That the world once did create
Hoping for the wisdom
of the little children
Hoping it's not too late
Not too late
Helping out the helpless
Who seem so selfish with their wants and needs
And we’re punishing the punishers
For the goodness of their deeds, of their deeds
Praying to the gods
Who always seem at odds
With my inner voice
Giving me suggestions, To answer all the questions
Denying freedom of choice, Freedom of choice
These background jingles, actually developed for commercial use, treat the soullessness of capitalism with true inventiveness. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 14, 2017