I'm holding my breath like a symphony.
Biding my tongue til I can't breathe,
It's the season.
I'm packing my dresses up at night,
When all the greats we love have died, give me a reason.
When everyone that you love and you
Know pushes like the wind and says, go.
You get going, go.
Get going, go.
Get going, going, go.
The full moon rises up and I know.
The souls of kings and princes go,
It's the season.
I read it in the news today,
The whole world cried for everything we believed in.
When everyone that you love and you
Know pushes like the wind and says, go.
Get going, go.
Get going, go.
Get going, going, go.
You're running up that hill,
And your lambs are all but still.
Your heron bird hears every word and he carries you until.
The olive trees and oranges we seed.
You're flying high like the raven who cries,
And she's searching just like me.
You get going, go.
Get going, go.
Get going, going, go.
