Barefoot Singer

What did he say? Something unbelievable? Is it mystical? Well, I would rather believe it The words remain They are not so usual They are looking for a singer Who would sing their symphonies Well, I am a barefoot singer after all Singing deep into your frame of mind And I am a tragic sinner after all Confessing until my tongue gets dry Well, After all This blazing Sun and the size of the colors I see Are the beautiful things in the world In fact, they are words I keep on writing Gently on the paper That is my given job I am a barefoot singer after all Singing deep into your frame of mind Well, I am a tragic sinner after all Confessing until my tongue gets dry Well, After all I will sing until the dawn Then the phantoms they will pass me by I will march to the sky At the bottom of the depth untold Cuz after all the words I write They are nothing but the story untold Cuz after all the words you said They will sum up the story for me Well, after all