You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees You are electricity and you're light You are sound itself and you are flight You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees You are the bood flowing through my fingers
You are the blood that I may see you That I may see you You are the blood in me
You are the earth on which I travel On which I travel You are the earth under my feet That I may travel That I may travel with you You are the earth on which I write the circumstances You say what you want from me You are the solitude that goes against me That goes against me You are the quiet in which I dream In which I sleep, in which I wander
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήAll through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
You are the bood flowing through my fingers
You are the blood that I may see you
That I may see you
You are the blood in me
You are the earth on which I travel
On which I travel
You are the earth under my feet
That I may travel
That I may travel with you
You are the earth on which I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me
You are the solitude that goes against me
That goes against me
You are the quiet in which I dream
In which I sleep, in which I wander