Springs

Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I wanna be where the sun meets the sky I wanna be there, it's out of your mind And I believe in the secrets you're keeping I wanna piece of the air when I breathe in I wanna

Like thunder Cracking down Night coming over From my fears Oh, they glow Can't let the waters flow And I can't learn to keep it down I can't believe it Not to receive it After all All the recalled dreams Stop it all Diamond springs Nights are thin Da