Why do you hide inside your walls When there is music in my halls All I see is an empty room No more joy, an empty tomb It's so good to sing all day To dance, to spin, to fly away (Is somebody there?)
Why do you hide inside your walls When there is music in my halls All I see is an empty room No more joy, an empty tomb It's so good to sing all day To dance, to spin, to fly away (Is somebody there?)