Smooth

Smooth
Yes, I’m crying for the bad show
Yes, I’m singing to relax myself
How many roads do we have to cross for fresh air?
This blessed music without exploration limits
Ouoh yes yes yes ouh
Yes, I’m trying to rise up now
Yes, a chord puts me on tune
Many roads are not like this
If you can’t slighlty float on them.
Ouoh yes yes yes ouoh