You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow.
What a slushy thing to say: We mirror this, this river's flow.
By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the ice.
Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life, will it come to life?
I WANT TO FEEL WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
You are wonderful and present in the sun. I can see your skin, I can guess your bones.
Into our hall of mirrors I choose to run with a bag of tricks, a bag of stones.
CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
INSIDE MY HEAD ...
