LOVE IS A PLACE; THERE'S SPRING IN THE AIR.
THEY'RE SWEEPING THE STREETS.
WIND IS A BREEZE,
THE SUN BECOMES HER HE AGREES.
WHAT'S HOLDING UP HER FACE?
NOTHING BUT BLUE SKIES,
PASSAGE WAYS TO WINDOWS
THAT DON'T CLOSE.
WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
LOVE IS A PLACE.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
SHE SAYS, ASK YOURSELF ASK ANYONE.
WHAT'S HOLDING UP HER FACE?
NOTHING BUT BLUE SKIES,
PASSAGE WAYS THE MIND'S EYE
CONTEMPLATES.
