Pick up the morning paper
Digest the latest news
I catch a pair of sunbeams
Let them wash away my blues
I know that I’m the holder
Of my body and my soul
A twist of circumstances
And a man of many goals

No letter from the postman
He just ignores my door
I watch my pair of sunbeams
As they’re dancing on the floor
I realize that money
Is a clue but not the key
To happiness, awareness
It can never bail me free

We can buy a morning walk
Along the Caribbean Sea
We can buy a brand new car
Drive around just feeling free
And as our bodies are growing old
We can just replace a part
But we can never buy a true love
We can never buy a heart

A dark cloud from a distance
With a future not so bright
The ghostly strike of moonbeams
Bring a cold and sudden night
I open up my wallet
Cause I really miss my friends
What is the price for sunbeams?
What is the price for friends?

We can buy…

The blank and empty papers
In my dark and silent room
In "stand by" mode for letters
Now it'd better open soon
We're blank and we are nothing
Until the ink comes splattering by
To shape communication
To hit the daily high

We can buy….

Copyright Kaipa , 2005