What a slushy thing to say: We mirror this, this river's flow.
 By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the ice.
 Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life, will it come to life?

 I WANT TO FEEL WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.

 You are wonderful and present in the sun. I can see your skin, I can guess your
 bones.
 Into our hall of mirrors I choose to run with a bag of tricks, a bag of stones.< BR>
 CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
 I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LIVE.
 INSIDE MY HEAD