The first push
A sudden ray
My bright spot
The cone of light
Draws near
My bright spot
It's the impulse
A kind of skill
My bright spot
In times to come
Some sweet blue moments
Of delight
In times to come
Some sweet blue moments
Of delight
The first push
A sudden ray
My bright spot
The cone of light
Draws near
My bright spot
It's the impulse
A kind of skill
My bright spot
In times to come
Some sweet blue moments
Of delight
In times to come
Some sweet blue moments
Of delight