Woke up with a sore back today
Finished cutting the lawn
Playing with fire, I can't complain
Hasn't rained for days

Fed myself with tuna salad
Washed it down with milk
Reflecting on a melody
Is something worth to tell

Middle Eastern rhythem in the breeze
Simple and delicate with ease
Searching for a historic fact
An ancient artifact

Somewhere in the moment
Dashing in the woods
Zombies are chasing away
A dream that will be decayed

My eyes and ears turn away
From the sound of the music here to stay
Mixed with the zombie and the melody
Created a feeling of jealousy