The Breeze Songtext
von Rodello's Machine

I wake up in the morning, in this great blue state
Golden fingers caress my face
Slips through the window on a silky breeze
A dreamer′s land to plant some seeds

She's my believer healing all my doubts
A lighted mirror reflecting out
Every true potential, bed rock belief
An elaborate plot to set this bird free


From every element of past, every color that′s attached
She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea
All the ancient memories, just as fleeting as the breeze
She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea

Now we lay in the sunset, white cotton June
Her body sings and I join the tune
All the sirens calling, the crows leave their trees
But a peace pervades us and the dreamer's dream

From every element of past, every color that's attached
She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea
All the ancient memories, just as fleeting as the breeze
She paints pictures blue and green and I release them to the sea