When i ride your currents in
Its cool deep water
And feathers ride the wind.
Our love trots
The world stops
We rush on.
Let me guide
Hear my voice
Lets gallop on.
There is a fountain
Feel the spray
As we step in
We ride on.
When i ride your currents in
Its a swift hot stream
and feathers touch my skin.
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Flow by Tori-Leanne Smithers
2006
08.09
08.09