at one last day I walk in the park if you ever try to the undercover sleep... (and making time) sleep... (and making time) world in valentine like a fairy tale in the rainbow child is around the flower garden many birds is changin' the world do not be afraid because, always I cry and cry and making time in nothing to the undercover and making time apologies you cry and cry and maybe you fly to spacy world in the park It's lucky and go and smiling well... I don't look back just to be the next to the end of life and “making time”