Dancing
Flying roses pass my legs
As the rythym carries me to the sun
I feel the golden warmth embracing me.
Dance, Dance, Dance, the sun says.
I reach out my glowing arms and feel the tender soft clouds,
How soft, how soft...
Day fades and night bleeds through
as the starts sparkle creating a new rythm.
Flying roses pass my legs
As the rythym carries me to the sun
I feel the golden warmth embracing me.
Dance, Dance, Dance, the sun says.
I reach out my glowing arms and feel the tender soft clouds,
How soft, how soft...
Day fades and night bleeds through
as the starts sparkle creating a new rythm.