@migu music@

What kind of sound, I think I can hear

A lily-white lily calling

She seems to yearn to darken skin and hair

I really know, without her force

You would be falling

You wouldn't need to breathe

My sinner air

Now listen

This day'll be grey, so take my advice

And wait for the dawning

Wait for the rise of light tomorrow morning

Look for the highest place in space

To rest and stay

You've got to chase the early rising sun

Next day