If there are wings inside my soul

and i feel them deep down my throat

i manage to sing with a voice from those lost

still all i see are those glasses

breaking that face upon de grace

I can feel the hair that's blowing

not from the air but from the tunning

one twice the fingers dwell

three times and they wont the case

through tenderness til it hurts from the strength

After all i want a duet

the voice with all my voices

the touch with my caresses

sweeping softly and profoundly

the highest and the lowest of the scale

For the academic can never break up with the popular

for the acustic to introduce the electric

and the drum beating welcomes the lady singing

echoes of deep down my spine