it's all a game

that's what i hear
at least once in a while
like a caterpillar
falling in my dream
under a sunny green
and then the water
and the sound of the trombone
falling in my dream
the water and the wind
the warm feeling
the winter night
a piano
i hear far away
the memories
of photos
many in my imagination

and then workin'
like a caterpillar
climbing the infinite
and then the leaves
falling in the fountain
like three coins
getting rusted
and a saxophone
without discrimination
shouting
where the smoke went
one time lost in it
how lucky i am
the warm feeling
the winter night
everything i love