It is a new window
This window almost opens
Some light gets through
And even with out
It's penetration gets through
Glass shatters and splinters
The bucket was tipped
And stuff poured out.
Having held the drums
Having played them
With you
I felt the feelings
Of a new sound
Heard a calling
Went to the edge
Found there was no freedom
I had been chasing my shadow
And nothing would begin
Shadows don't make sense
So I let them all out.
It is a new day in Brazil
In America.
