In the sunlit climate of a tempered heart
Calls a distant voice
In whispers to the soul
Now I speak of still and silent figures
Skies open
Arms outstretched
Dance
Yes dance
True sorrow leaves no track behind
And leads us back
To love
Kiy Anjali
In the sunlit climate of a tempered heart
Calls a distant voice
In whispers to the soul
Now I speak of still and silent figures
Skies open
Arms outstretched
Dance
Yes dance
True sorrow leaves no track behind
And leads us back
To love