Shake your soul into the wide open space And leave the restricting area so that you can see How we explode like the lights in the dark And how we glow Like it will never be the truth of our minds That we forget.
We were the pink rose soldiers of the century of blissful We were 1969 We were Jimi and Janice We are the prophets of ourselves We choose the way of dimension We are caught up from the amount of the frenetic love tension
