The world we borrow, it is a rough draft
The days of sorrow I look upon and laugh
As a windmill of tranquility
Caress my capabilities
Opens all serenity
I've got no worries I see myself in blue
I take no action, it's just to step on through
But who will ever take my word
I want it spoken, seen and heard
Hear it on the tip of your tongue
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
To be what I can be
To be what I can be
It is so peaceful here, quiet and warm
No one believes me but that's nothing I mourn
As a windmill of tranquility
Caress my capabilities
Opens all serenity
I like my endorphins, they make an immense
Sensation of everything, it's all so intense
Who will ever take my word
I want it spoken, seen and heard
Hear it on the tip of your tongue
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
To be what I can be
To be what I can be
The world we borrow, it is a rough draft
The days of sorrow I look upon and laugh
I've got no worries I see myself in blue
I take no action, it's just to step on through
But who will ever take my word
I want it spoken, seen and heard
Hear it on the tip of your tongue
Of your tongue
I'm not ready
I'm not ready
To be what I can be
To be what I can be