Automatic

A Blue Ocean Dream

It´s automatic when you breathe 
It´s automatic when you feel 
It´s automatic when you move 
It´s automatic when you do

You cross the street between the cars 
To your scheduled lunch, at the restaurant 
You don´t have time, to slow down 
Every once in your life you wish you could fly

It´s automatic when you breathe 
It´s automatic when you feel 
It´s automatic when you move 
It´s automatic when you do

Automation