Bollora

Somebody there I can hear someone creeping through my room Perhaps not Save me a dance for another day perhaps is someone there is it time for the show I can hear someone creeping through my room perhaps not why do you hide inside my walls when there's music in my halls all I see is an empty room, no more joy an empty tomb it's so good to sing all dayto dance, to spin to fly away x2 all I do is dance alone but now I hear your flesh and bone I roam these halls alone all daybut now you're here -