Sitting on the beach and no one's there
breathing as slowly as I can
Keeping my eyes closed to see inside
To watch the train of thoughts of my restless mind

Being good, but a little bit confused so far
But then you realize who you are
I hope so

I'm always being asked: "What do you have?"
For sitting, doing nothing. "What do you get?"
Funny question, simple answer indeed
Nothing more and nothing less, just to be!

Don't refuse anything what knocks on your door
There's no good, no bad - I told you so
All right then