May the wind be at your back and the sun upon your face And may the winds of destiny carry you aloft To dance with the stars
do May the wind be at your back and the sun upon your face And may the winds of destiny carry you aloft To dance with the stars
There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me.?Once, silence meant lack of sound; Fall came once a year.?I danced, redcheeked, each year's first
Starin' at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation With a black-haired flamenco dancer You know, she dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful
want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, with the horizon at waist level, looking and laughing at a
, find shelter here" The wise woman takes the bone and points at me: Who am I to be? Not a single word trips from my lips so I start to dance Whilst the
Buenos Aires Stand back, you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me Just a little touch of star quality Fill me up with your heat, with your noise With your dirt, overdo me Let me dance
has spelt out the future And from the depths I see a king arise arise With on his forehead many eyes eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a
Christ I'm just a mason with a will to build and a little advice I wanna weave a web, I wanna set of knitting needles Villain with a theme dream silent
Tugging a rhythm to the vision that's in my head Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying So delighted with a new understanding Something about a little
grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade
beyond the grace of God A dreamingly beauty If wishes could only fray that bond Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper
and death The wind rises and invites the waters To a wild and incomprehensible dance A crack in the clouds, light from the sun A huge and beautiful bow With
up a conversation With this black-haired Flamenco dancer And she dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful And we all want something beautiful
WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT. CLOSE YOUR EYES. VISUALISE. JUST ONE NORMAL DAY. BOTH TIME TO FIND OUT WHO WE ARE. TIME TO FIND OUR LUCKY STAR. TIME FOR ALL
in an uncensored dance. Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare. Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence. A light dyed with
the sighing of the stars But to the silence of distance they are sworn So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come, dance, dance, dance 'Cause we
the Sacred Hall the Flame still dies, dropping shadows living their final dance in the middle of the ice-veiled universe..." Beautiful, a web of stars
