Can I lose myself on a tiny broom, can I sweep a ditch like I would clean my room?
Afternoon, mornings too. And toughts with humming, I am with you.
I am with you, with you, with you, I am with you.
Can I lose myself in a mighty tune? Can I keep a song inside my head in bloom? Night singing, daytime too. In thoughts with humming.
I am with you, with you, with you, I am with you, I am with you.
Can I lose myself on a tiny broom?
