Rhada come to it. Brother slide through it. Sister rise - don't you care?. Come on taste the mountain air. Innocence comes to chance. The mystery and spirit of romance.
Chased you out of this world. Didn't mean to stop. I turned around. And suddenly you where gone. . Like some birds from paradise. The fire and ice. We turned around.
Listen to the rhythm. Listen to the beat. It has a cold wind blowing. Up through the street. Soul crying out. People crying out. . In through the valleys.
And from the other side. A sheer white knuckle ride. So young yet feel so stung by the game. I know what's left in a name. With all those national strains.