Sometimes it?s better to be silent,
Then to talk at all.
Sometimes it?s better to be crippled,
Then to walk at all.
Sometimes it?s better to be yourself,
Then to try to be someone else.
Sometimes it?s just better.
Better than the lights in the sky,
That always seem up so high,
And I wonder if I could reach them.
Better than the warm summer day,
Hanging out catching waves,
With all your best friends.
Together we walk on the beach,
Water soaking our feet,
And at that moment our eyes meet.
Were young and were free,
To be you and me,
This seems like paradise.

Sometimes it?s better to be weird,
Then to be cool at all.
Sometimes it?s better to be up,
Then to be upside down.
Sometimes it?s better to be with you,
Then to be with someone else.
Sometimes it?s just better.
Better than the sands in my hand,
As grains fall down,
So do the sands of time.
Better than owning infinite possibilities,
And taming the seven seas,
Just set yourself free.

Together we walk on the beach,
Water soaking our feet,
And at that moment our eyes meet.
Were young and were free,
To be you and me,
This seems like paradise.
But is this all a dream?