Name_logo_lepetitjan
Released
Text_notecard_shadow_top_left
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
Text_notecard_shadow_top_right
Text_notecard_shadow_bottom
0
resources
results
0