Lirieke: Metric. Love Is A Place.

There's spring in the air They're sweeping the streets Wind is a breeze The sun becomes her he agrees What's holding up her face? Nothing but blue skies Passage ways to windows That don't close Where do you live? Love is a place Where are you from? She says, ask yourself ask anyone What's holding up her face Nothing but blue skies Passage ways the mind's eye Contemplates