I heard them calling in the distance so I packed my things and ran Far away from all the trouble I had caused with my two hands Alone we traveled, armed with nothing but a shadow We fled far away Hold your horses now We sleep until the sun goes down Through the woods we…
A Musical Cure
"Music is moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, gaiety and life to everything." – Plato
A Musical Cure 