Doctor Lover : Love Doctor

If I were sky feet tall I would grab the nine On top of the world now i'm benign Trying to escape the malaise of modern pain Walking on droplets of pouring down rain


If I were on a whim I would sway and swing Lost in the wind the gusts want to sing attempting to release my anger and fear was never so easy with the feeling so near


Cool breeze please I feel the trees tease me with ease The blue knew as I flew through the tropical stew Lifting a new wonder as I plunder through the cool blue The world is mine so end me air born if you please.