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