St-Nazaire

when they began to dance did they really stand a chance? and when, they began to fly heaven near and magical when I found out that they’d understand me narrow field we’re alive in this instant pure and free we’re alive where to begin? they don’t understand you don’t understand… when you began to create having even known the grave mind you sometimes it works he’ll descend on me, hidden it feels it has always been this way when you drift away, so slowly we’re alive in this instant pure and free bring it out where to begin? you don’t understand I don’t understand