| I'll rent a house somewhere | |
| I'll listen to Biosphere | |
| and all I see there | |
| a straight line in the atmosphere | |
| every hour will be longer | |
| and I'll linger with pleasure | |
| the only visitor I will invite | |
| is the whispering wind or the sunlight | |
| I'll leave all disturbants at home | |
| the evening papers and the telephone | |
| but I'll bring my memories | |
| despite everything | |
| I hope life will miss me | |
| maybe this is wishful thinking | |
| and maybe I'll just keep on sinking | |
| but sometimes it's enough to know | |
| that there is a place where everything is on hold | |
| where the hours will be longer | |
| and I'll linger with pleasure |