Sarah Slean. Day One. Zeneszám

I put my head back
Where it belongs up there in the clouds
I?m spreading love like
a terrorist now

O what a morning
O what a day to be alive
Sweet hope is glowing
in your glorious eyes

Pushing paper ain't enough
I bet you think that you?re so tough
But all your green won?t mean a thing at all

On day one
Day ONE

After Boy Wonder
After the dream came out of the mines
Bus boys and bankers
Were wiping their eyes

Be still my lionheart!
A revolution ready to pounce
All passioneers
Up and out of the house!

Beauty faked a heart attack,
Now I feel it coming back
And all your green won't mean a thing at all!

On Day one