My Ideal - Moxie

We are few, we are drops

We’re that old picture

Supposed to be lost

See the lights and the ghosts

They look pretty confused

Once you’ve lost

Let them talk, let them laugh

Let them write lines and lies

Let them chukkle

But I’m free not to agree

I’m free, it’s my ideal

You will feel very lonely

As soon as you have the start of an idea.

But one day it might appear

That you’re free, it’s my ideal

One day, it might appear

That you’re the sun, the moon

For somebody, you’re the sea

You’re free