Alone on my mountain top
I design the corners of my plan:
a song like a firefly
That will shine among the fingers of my hands.
And I'll let it fly into the night
To brake the darkness and to show that
I was born son of music
From my name until the crack of my bones.
I was born son of music
‘cause it saved my life not so long ago.
I watch all the chosen ones,
They all dance to shake their demons out.
And I'll sing like a child's cry
And my voice will grow the wings that'll let me fly
Made of purpurine and dynamite
to burst and dry the water from your eye.
I was born son of music
From my name until the crack of my bones.
I was born son of music
‘cause it saved my life not so long ago.
I was born son of music
from my name until the crack of my bones.
I was born son of music
‘cause it saved my life not so long ago.