Can we today stop the flow of blood,
pretend to heal the wounds
so you can dance
like you did those years ago
my hands are free and my chest heaves
to play the music of love again.
GC©19
Can we today stop the flow of blood,
pretend to heal the wounds
so you can dance
like you did those years ago
my hands are free and my chest heaves
to play the music of love again.
GC©19