You rock my world. You sing to me, dance to me, bring me twilight at the end of a dusky day. You come to me, where sweet replaces sour praise... you slip through the night... to come to me.
If I could paint the music,
the colours that I hear,
the hues would be of blues and gold
the shyness of the dawn.
If I could paint the music
the serenity it brings,
there’d never be a hard, harsh line
to interrupt the song.
Gamers… where do you come from?I really need to know.
I’m travelling from so very far,
I heard you on the farthest star.
The sounds you make have drawn me near.
Didn’t you know that I could hear?
The pictures and the colours too.
I want to come and play with you.