Compositor: Malena Zavala
My heart and my soul survive
Heating off her wholesome fire
Embodied by silver lands
She will carry me high
And if it was, if it goes
Then it might not be me
And if it was, if it goes
And so she might not see
I know that, I know when it's cold outside
He could damage history eyes
And then we insist it's right
I don't know, I don't even know why
And if it was, if it goes
Then it might not be me
And if it was, if it goes
And so she might not see