Charlie Namiboo:
[whistle in the moonlight … ♪♫]
Charlie Namiboo:
[I meet my Self in stillness. and we breathe … ♪♫]
Charlie Namiboo:
[stop running from the ghosts of yesterday, with their flimsy sheets and empty echoes, they don't define your tomorrows … ♪♫]
Charlie Namiboo:
[we are wounded by the words people speak, but we die from the ones that were never spoken …♪♫]