Others - Petracovich

Written by：Peters

Others are here

In this room

Waiting for you to

Lift your bow into the air and

Watch it flow up past the moon

And from down here you

Help it fly

A many colored

Strand of light

Under your ribs

Behind your eyes

You start to sing

La da

And they move like ice in your glass

Move like your hair

In a swimming pool

Under the air

From you up there it's

An empty room

Watchers half there

Half empty room

But some have come 'cross

Light and years

To taste what you bring

You bring