How Slow Is Slow
Anabela
3:38Tonight, the angels will sing A sweet song that will Release me, they say And now, I'll be there for you No care if it's true I'll show you the way Ooh-ooh Tomorrow, people should grow With purpose to show They know how to live In fact, they live in a block Like sheep in a flock With nothing to give Ooh-ooh And clouds, fresh air on me The sky, many colors I see The trees they take me and erase me So bright that I can't breath Oh please bring me joy I pray Ooh-ooh And clouds, fresh air on me The sky, many colors I see The trees they take me and erase me So bright that I can't breath Oh please bring me joy I pray