I’m sitting on the piano stool
And feeling like the bigger fool
A little trip that lasted long
It seemed to me I’d never gone
The time would pass I had you by
Not close enough to show you why
I said goodbye to little things
My yellow shirt, some golden rings

The green of eyes, the red of skin
All of a sudden look so thin
Adding the numbers now won’t do
Trying to find some other you
So now you met the little me
I bet it wasn’t hard to see
At lost and found our memories
Will always be in our blue seas

Making of making of, making of making of me