A strange guy with a strange hat
Coming from the trees
With mantle he's smoking
A tiny pipe stream
He tells me the fortune
When I pass him by
For some coins he's always
Generous with me
I can say there's something more
To describe about these folks
I can see this is the place
Where we can meet the new faith
At the Bambus Dream
A couple of punks are
Lying on the ground
All day long with their dogs
Waiting for the sun to come
The dogs seem to know things
More than we should know
A sparkle, a light
It's just a false alarm
I can say there's something more
To describe about these folks
I can see this is the place
Where we can meet the new faith
In this place without a name
I am confident I'll shake
All the serious plans will fade
All the shapeless things will stay
At the Bambus Dream
