the roof of my house is close to the stars
I'm sitting here looking around
I'm watching the people fer so many hours
But there's still almost nothing I've found.
The everyday life, just one normal day
And so many new things to discover!
Then why's everyone just walking his way
Not trying to talk to each other?
Why don't we just try to change our mind?
Don't you feel that something is missing?
I think we'd become a little more kind
As soon as we just learn to listen.
So here I am, on the roof, every day
And all I can do here is dreaming
About the sky that is so far away
From the people who think they are living.