Morning filled me as a boy,
Riding on the sunrise,
Traveling elation’s
Wild ways —
I still remember how it felt.
Like joy was earth’s one language,
A language I don’t hear much
Nowadays
Other People's Feelings
Morning filled me as a boy,
Riding on the sunrise,
Traveling elation’s
Wild ways —
I still remember how it felt.
Like joy was earth’s one language,
A language I don’t hear much
Nowadays