On my way to dance class
I touch upon this key for it beckons me to think again, Oh!Sure.
For in myself those dodgy ones, Oh! those strange thoughts endure.
They bring to light the innocence in those early thoughts of mine.
Those views that made the path to heaven so clear, the sun to shine.
The Western line is one in which is seen silence uncertain.
The first-class carriage had never a composition so uneasy.
The Mahalaxmian silence, a restless silence,forecasts a storm.
I now prepare to leave this place,I pray, dear Lord, Oh! Saving grace.
For in myself those dodgy ones, Oh! those strange thoughts endure.
They bring to light the innocence in those early thoughts of mine.
Those views that made the path to heaven so clear, the sun to shine.
The Western line is one in which is seen silence uncertain.
The first-class carriage had never a composition so uneasy.
The Mahalaxmian silence, a restless silence,forecasts a storm.
I now prepare to leave this place,I pray, dear Lord, Oh! Saving grace.
