For G 33 (Change)

In the plastic traffic, theres waves of different people, like looking at a gallery of stories, and at times the flow ceases, and then from the air, the birds arrive, and bring their gods, tho change never ceases, at dusk ill still be standing waiting for you, G, my love

That i can show you how beautiful it is to find you, i find you in such endless Beauty, as she becomes, you, G, my Love