there?s spring in the air
they?re sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees
what?s holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don?t close
where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
what?s holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind?s eye
contemplates
they?re sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees
what?s holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don?t close
where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
what?s holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind?s eye
contemplates
