Walk - Fleshquartet, Stina Nordenstam

A man wakes up one morning on the beach

He cannot know his name

And so he repeats these words

All over and over again

Love, peace, happiness, eternity

All these walks with me

And so he remembers very well, what he’s meant to be

All of these moments may be lost, if he cannot see

Love, peace, happiness, eternity

All these walks with me

Talk about love, peace, happiness, eternity

All these walks with me

Love, peace, happiness, eternity

All these walks with me

Talk about love, peace, happiness, eternity

All these walks with you