I would like to know where your eyes set I would like to see where your mind flies to I would like to be a bird in your spring To sing the song that comes from our nature
Don't turn away I will not turn away
My blood is dancing like a child now My blood is playing the sound of epiphany A fading lust of irony An arrow stuck between my bones
I would like to ???? there for a cigarette And perhaps cry until my eyes never open again I think it's the only way for me to place where I belong
Don't turn away I will not turn away
My blood is dancing like a child now My blood is playing the sound of epiphany A fading lust of irony An arrow stuck between my bones
My blood is dancing like a child now My blood is playing the sound of epiphany A fading lust of irony An arrow stuck between my bones