Deep inside the deepest pocket of an old clown outfit
lays the bottom of an ocean deep, so deep as infinite.
At the bottom of this ocean lays a city made of gold
hidden by the cloudy waters and protected by the cold.
Deep inside this sleepy city there\'s a box that hold the truth
about love about forgiveness about never ending youth.
Deep inside of all these secrets there\'s a beating of a heart
and it\'s rhythm is connecting all the future with the past
You were once happy
Remember to laugh
Pockets can\'t hold tears
Hands can discover gold
Cities can be hidden
No box can hold secrets
Love can\'t be explained
Forgiveness can be learned
Youth it\'s a state of mind
Heart is the will to go forward
Forward becomes backwards
But somewhere in the middle
There\'s now.