It made me love it, made me love it, made me love more
Innocence is always unsuspicious.
I think music in itself is healing. It’s an explosive expression of humanity. It’s something we are all touched by.
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want
Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
Be the type of person you want to meet.
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
