My heart speaks about the music pushing a dam to bust apart:
To purify into a fun loving flow
And the places to go
You can talk to me
By the melting snow
In a the yellow light of dusk
There are little birds
Singing in the morning
Completing the night
Rising with strength.
To purify into a fun loving flow
And the places to go
You can talk to me
By the melting snow
In a the yellow light of dusk
There are little birds
Singing in the morning
Completing the night
Rising with strength.