Letra de It´s Spring
spirit is like a finger in the paint of life I'm writing something at your door you have to come out to read what was written at your door stands a person who looks like you no sign - no letter - no message movement is a color and time a shape to focus on - it needs time to leave the own creation is a way to feel about sentences placed in your heart accepted as a law to break your will - to give a choice which paint to use - which paint you use to color the world from outside the house of black and white nightmares planted long ago by the ones without a home in their hearts they never read the message written on their doors they never crossed the threshold so the world outside is yours ! I'm writing something at your door you have to come out - to read what was written at your door stands a person who looks like you to focus on - it needs time to leave the own creation planted long ago - by the ones without a home in their hearts and they never read the message written on their doors they never crossed the threshold so the world outside is yours !