Brushstrokes of yellow on the wood, that's what appeared to me this night.
So deep inside me, inside my soul, collected in silence.
I can't stop, I want to go further.
Find out what I see beyond the horizon.
I want to make sense of it all.
What do I see now? Horizontal yellow brush strokes over a wooden board.
I just woke up, I don't believe it.
I drive slowly, I drive slowly.
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Brushstrokes of yellow on the wood, that's what appeared to me this night.
So deep inside me, inside my soul, collected in silence.
I can't stop, I want to go further.
Find out what I see beyond the horizon.
I want to make sense of it all.
What do I see now? Horizontal yellow brush strokes over a wooden board.
I just woke up, I don't believe it.
I drive slowly, I drive slowly.
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