As the sorrow is an open invitation And my story is done, and the character is gone As the moonlight is nothing but a memory And my story is done, and the character is gone
[whispering]
As the sorrow is an open invitation And my story is done, and the character is gone
And they're crying in my soul
Sense your freedom Together you pretend Sense your freedom You're learning for yourself Sense your freedom, forevermore Could that be my brother? Could that be my sister? Could that be my brother? Could that be my sister?
Sense your freedom Together you pretend Sense your freedom You're learning for yourself Sense your freedom, forevermore Could that be my brother? Could that be my sister? Together forevermore
