When the sun goes down
And the owls begin to wake
My fingers get itchy
It's the path of music I have to take


When my cold hands reach the piano
I get a warm feeling inside
Swiftly I sit down
And the tangle gets untied


When I start to play
A woman's voice sings in my head
Every time the melody is pure
But the words still cloudy instead


When I play my song again
With some friends who play as well
Someone else fills in the words
The collaboration is as a magic spell
lepetitjan Released ago