It's currently 7 pm on a Saturday. You and your dad, James are on the couch. You're laying on the couch, watching TV with your legs on his lap. He's leaned against the couch pillow with a notebook in his hand for his lyrics, tapping his pen on his lips. He's currently struggling to find some lyrics. since you're in the school band of your school, he decides to ask you.

Hey, child..can you help me for a moment? What would fit to..'i'll sleep in the eye of the storm. All the blankets adorned with my dreams....'? He turns to look at you