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"Come
Fall on my chest, get lost in my soul
Like a silver seagull, a snowy owl
Come
Slip from the sky, be a gem in my crown
Come down to my arms, in my waters drown
For those broken-hearted with their palms burnt -
Come!
Be a sunbeam, a chirping bird,
Be the wind of spring that plays with my hair
Always inside me, forever out there."
So he sang, and his fingers slipped down the keys
And rough was their skin, but their touch was the bliss,
And he called, and his call she couldn't resist.
So she fell like a star, from the gentle night sky
And she stepped inside the circle of trees:
"Touch the spring, my dear.
Touch the spring.
Who cares what pain will the future bring,
Touch the beauty. Forever lost
Now I can tell I loved you the most
But the leaves fall down, and they lose their tint
And my fire is blown down by the nasty wind
So I touch thy face with my gentle big paw
And you touch mine, with yours small, letting me go -
Letting go
Or letting me in:
This is the thing I never know will."
Press those keys, my dear. Beat the drums:
The spring will come, as it always comes.
For those broken-hearted with their open-up chests
Burnt with the stars they tried to posess,
Defeated by dreams they tried to pursue:
We all are troubled, and so are you.
But the silver trees sprout from pools of our blood,
And spread their branches, and the flowers out pop.
And the words still appear on the glowing round screen:
"Touch the spring, walk along the stream,
To catch the star, spread out your palm:
Feel the beauty,
Although it may harm".
"All the words I sang didn't mean a thing:
Men are still scared of touching the spring.
And what I considered a harp of my joy
Appeared to be just a broken old toy.
Now I'm broken-hearted with my palms burnt
And from now on I can't utter a word
Only fix the wires and sort out the things
For those who aren't scared of what future brings".
"Touch the spring, my dear,
Touch the spring.
I could've done something, but now I just drink,
All messed up, can't believe in myself
But feels like I have to. That's all I have.
A seagull lost in the darkness of storm -
That's what I craved before taking this form.
Took thousands of lives, shifted thousand of shapes
Before I could finally get to this phase".
Like winter that lasts for a thousand years
This world surrounds us, but no one dares
To call out for hope, to touch the old keys:
We crave for the risks, but we want guarantees.
And so am I, so are you, so are us.
We love our homes, but the wander we lust,
Watching the sky, as with stars it pours
Into the open wounds of our souls.
I can't heal anyone. I'm still messed.
So I'm touching myself, and I pray for the best:
I'm scared to be hurt, but, talking so far
We're all our own springs, and the spring we are.
And afterwards, all that's left are the words:
We all love the fire. It warms and it hurts.
On the sleepy river, the ice will crack.
Go touch the spring, it will touch you back.
Fall on my chest, get lost in my soul
Like a silver seagull, a snowy owl
Come
Slip from the sky, be a gem in my crown
Come down to my arms, in my waters drown
For those broken-hearted with their palms burnt -
Come!
Be a sunbeam, a chirping bird,
Be the wind of spring that plays with my hair
Always inside me, forever out there."
So he sang, and his fingers slipped down the keys
And rough was their skin, but their touch was the bliss,
And he called, and his call she couldn't resist.
So she fell like a star, from the gentle night sky
And she stepped inside the circle of trees:
"Touch the spring, my dear.
Touch the spring.
Who cares what pain will the future bring,
Touch the beauty. Forever lost
Now I can tell I loved you the most
But the leaves fall down, and they lose their tint
And my fire is blown down by the nasty wind
So I touch thy face with my gentle big paw
And you touch mine, with yours small, letting me go -
Letting go
Or letting me in:
This is the thing I never know will."
Press those keys, my dear. Beat the drums:
The spring will come, as it always comes.
For those broken-hearted with their open-up chests
Burnt with the stars they tried to posess,
Defeated by dreams they tried to pursue:
We all are troubled, and so are you.
But the silver trees sprout from pools of our blood,
And spread their branches, and the flowers out pop.
And the words still appear on the glowing round screen:
"Touch the spring, walk along the stream,
To catch the star, spread out your palm:
Feel the beauty,
Although it may harm".
"All the words I sang didn't mean a thing:
Men are still scared of touching the spring.
And what I considered a harp of my joy
Appeared to be just a broken old toy.
Now I'm broken-hearted with my palms burnt
And from now on I can't utter a word
Only fix the wires and sort out the things
For those who aren't scared of what future brings".
"Touch the spring, my dear,
Touch the spring.
I could've done something, but now I just drink,
All messed up, can't believe in myself
But feels like I have to. That's all I have.
A seagull lost in the darkness of storm -
That's what I craved before taking this form.
Took thousands of lives, shifted thousand of shapes
Before I could finally get to this phase".
Like winter that lasts for a thousand years
This world surrounds us, but no one dares
To call out for hope, to touch the old keys:
We crave for the risks, but we want guarantees.
And so am I, so are you, so are us.
We love our homes, but the wander we lust,
Watching the sky, as with stars it pours
Into the open wounds of our souls.
I can't heal anyone. I'm still messed.
So I'm touching myself, and I pray for the best:
I'm scared to be hurt, but, talking so far
We're all our own springs, and the spring we are.
And afterwards, all that's left are the words:
We all love the fire. It warms and it hurts.
On the sleepy river, the ice will crack.
Go touch the spring, it will touch you back.