Music draws a line
And sometimes it leaves trails,
Sometimes it explodes
And sometimes it fades.
We remember it for what it is,
What it becomes and what it leaves,
And that is the burning in our hearts
That lights the flame in our souls.
And sometimes it leaves trails,
Sometimes it explodes
And sometimes it fades.
We remember it for what it is,
What it becomes and what it leaves,
And that is the burning in our hearts
That lights the flame in our souls.
- 16/11/07, Invercargill
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