The Automatic

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