bohemian........

there was a heart in my hand but it wasn't mine, it fealt like if i squeezed too tight i would crush it, i knew not how to make it feel right..  i knew if i did it wrong it would crumble and fall, and a death of a sort might be found.

i gotta take my passon away from my door, i got to let it go, i can't hold it here anymore,gotta let it flow so far, got let it lead to another door.

i'm wearing gloves but i can't feel my fingers, it's so cold i can barely stand, i'm not going home when i've come so far today, my breaths in front of me like a shadow passing by the scene,  it's not  about the money or the fame, it's not even about being a household name, it's about being heard getting it out as once it accord, it's about dancing inside like the music can make you survive,    maybe it is this that makes them all take it to the street to create that feeling beat.