You can take my hands,
I'll go to the promised lands.
If you look into my eyes,
You’ll notice rainy skyes.
I want to be myself.
Don't stand on dirty shelf!
I want to be with you
Even under the moon.
If I put my palm on yours,
My soul will soar like birds.
I’m like a mad March Hare
With hay that’s in my hair.
You can to be the current
And feel, live in the moment.
You walk with pretty smile
And just go on a flight.
When you're ready to break the worlds
I'll take your chilly hands.
Stop! You can to be like sun
And that’s your better gun.