Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev. I speak from some sort of protection of learning. Even tho' I make it up as I go on. A special trait is that I've tried. To reach all feelings. So I speak a new language of love. Some say that it is written in the circle. Others that it is written in the sun. But I protect myself by seeing this experience. As a metaphor for moving on. Sometimes I check myself. To start to believe in. The horoscopes you read everyday. They're telling me somethings. I really ought to know. But then again I like to. Then again I learn to. Then again I'm running away. Vision is coming so fast I can't stop myself. Vision forgets who is real. On the city streets people get lost. Just waiting for history. Pushing the real world away. Taking a chance only once in your life. Only weakness can stop you from hearing. New languages. Translate each word. As they bring you creation. Your voice is the perfect key. Is there something that. I'm supposed to see. Is there something that I'm. Supposed to feel. I'm with you. And I can't help but want to know. (Talk to me). Is there something that I'm supposed to teach. (Speak to me). Is there something that I'm supposed to find. As I reach to the healing in each spoken word. For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute. I'm chasing every second before I let go. Yesterday my history. Dreams are still a mystery. This living is a gift I should know. Lay it down and let me live the new language. Let me learn at every twist every turn. Lay it down and let me love the further future. Let me know I'm running. Let me know I'm learning. Let me know I'm moving on. Vision is racing so fast I can't stop myself. Chasing the reason. For all kinds of wondering. People embracing these feelings of limbo. Just waiting for some kind of truth. Taking a chance as it comes only once. Only strength can do justice. With words of new languages. Translate creation. To bring you salvation. Your voice is the perfect key. (Talk to me). Is there something that. I'm supposed to see. (Speak to me). Is there something that I'm. Supposed to feel. I'm with you. And I can't help but want to know. (New languages). (Talk to me). Is there something that. I'm supposed to teach. (Speak to me). Is there something that I'm supposed to find. As I reach to the healing of each spoken word (new languages). Taking a chance as it comes only once. Only strength can do justice. With words of new languages. Translate creation. To bring you salvation. Your voice is the perfect key. (Talk to me). Is there something that. I'm supposed to see. (Speak to me). Is it something that I'm. Supposed to feel. I'm with you. And I can't help but want to know. (New languages). (Talk to me). Is there something that. I'm supposed to teach. (Speak to me). Is there something that I'm supposed to find. As I reach to the healing of each spoken word (new languages). Is it something that I'm supposed to find. As I reach to the healing of each spoken word (new languages).