So the dance begins again, a waltz betwixt head and heart -- what I want to do versus what I should do. Prisoners are we, locked in prisons of flesh and bone, locked in lesser versions of ourselves. Go, break out.
So the dance begins again, a waltz betwixt head and heart -- what I want to do versus what I should do. Prisoners are we, locked in prisons of flesh and bone, locked in lesser versions of ourselves. Go, break out.