You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow
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