Where are those beautiful days
when our hearts were so young and fresh.
Enjoying every part of life,
no tension just liberty
Like the free birds we use to soar high
and mother calling us back home.
Every day same scoldings
yet the hearts were so free and merry.
Where are those days?

Where are those beautiful days?
when we use to spun a plot to fool our mother,
but alwaye be caught and chided.
When days seems to be so short to go out yell and kick a mischief.
no tension of tomorrow just living the life of present.
unknown about good and bad
but smart enough to rock a man
where are those days?

Where are those beautiful days
when mother use to comb our hair,bathe us,pack our lunch and bag
in parties we use to be centre of attraction with our mother's make up

Wild our imaginations were, strong our desires were.

naughty were we, still loved by everyone

where are those days? those beautiful days?

Feel his music let it flow,
He hold the key to the trance beat.

He'll make you move,
He'll make you sweat,
He's in charge now
behind the decks.

He'llspeed it,
slow it down,
do it *******,
Bang them out.

Resistance is futile once you feel his beats,  
Let your body flow,
He'll keep you all night
on the dance floor.

He's Prime Perception and He'll light the Stage,
make you feel your heads in out of space
He'll keep you dancing,
make your feet ache!

(SW)

Yellow
The supposed color of happiness.
Plastered onto the walls of a vacant room.
Mocking the prisoners.
Waiting for the next victim,
To wait,
And wait.
Constantly waiting for their turn.
People come and go
Watching lives pass.
Entering the realm of the forgotten,
The after thoughts,
The community service projects.
With plastered smiles on vacant faces.
Just like the yellow walls.
Pretending to be something they're not,
Happy