You Say The River Is Heavy With Melted Ice And Melted Snow.
What A Slushy Thing To Say: We Mirror This, This River's Flow.
By The River We Found A Bug, Underneath Our Feet, Underneath The Ice.
Now We Are Waiting For The Joys Of Spring, Will It Come To Life, Will It Come To Life?

I WANT TO FEEL WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.

You Are Wonderful And Present In The Sun. I Can See Your Skin, I Can Guess Your Bones.
Into Our Hall Of Mirrors I Choose To Run With A Bag Of Tricks, A Bag Of Stones.

CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
INSIDE MY HEAD ...