Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like there’s nobody listening, And live like it’s heaven on earth.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
The closest that I ever came to getting married was just before I started singing. In fact, my first record saved my neck.