I've got an idea, been on my mind I'll share it with you and see what we find As a matter of fact, things keep on changing They're stirring up patterns that keep on rearranging, rearranging
Beauty performs shaped by the wind Sunsets align with discipline Feeling a sense of urgency We live with so much uncertainty
We rest on a breath, hang by a limb Balancing hope to only win
Rituals to celebrate, words to chant await Things start to happen, they form in a pattern Seeing their rays of hope, to really help them cope They mustn't be ignored, search the lost chordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
