Others - Petracovich
Written by：Peters
Others are here
In this room
Waiting for you to
Lift your bow into the air and
Watch it flow up past the moon
And from down here you
Help it fly
A many colored
Strand of light
Under your ribs
Behind your eyes
You start to sing
La da
And they move like ice in your glass
Move like your hair
In a swimming pool
Under the air
From you up there it's
An empty room
Watchers half there
Half empty room
But some have come 'cross
Light and years
To taste what you bring
You bring
