21 acessos
The smallness of the sky
And the fire-red sea
Describes your silver eye
His color isn't a mystery
As we walk in the street
At the sound of birds
In the silence of the night
A big bomb explodes
CHORUS
It's called imagination
And with her all we can do
It's called imagination
Inside my mind, the dream is you!
The imagination
That makes the creation
Becomes a song
What we do when all we do goes wrong?