have you heard its in the stars? next july we collide with mars
the long and winding road, that leads to your door, will never disappear, i've seen that road before
i love the black and white, i love the play of light, the way contini puts his image through a prism
it's a love story, baby just say yes
my, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away, there’s so much to say
"I want to be a living work of art."
DISCOVER KULTURA
when i’m in the middle of a dream, stay in bed, float up stream
and the silent night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind, for i’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind
