(Venice)


The breath I take, will it be safe and warm?
Or as cold as Northern Shores?
The arms I cling to, will they cling to me?
Or discard me to the floor?

I am another one
What is my fate?
Here comes those other ones
Will they be saved?

Will I be born into a place of riches?
Treasures all too great to count
Or born an angel, rising up to start again?
Just spread my wings to dry them out

'Cause I am another one
What is my fate?
Here comes those other ones
Will they be saved?

Always born with hope
Sometimes born with grace
Into this place

The curtain opens, spotlight hits my face
Though I've not rehearsed the lines
And will the music make the people cry?
I hope the critics will be kind

'Cause I am another one
What is my fate?
Here comes those other ones
Will they be saved?

(Chorus)


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