Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I wanna be where the sun meets the sky I wanna be there, it's out of your mind And I believe in the secrets you're keeping I wanna piece of the air when I breathe in I wanna
[ti:Welcome] [ar:Phil Collins] [al:Brother Bear] [00:08.46]There's nothing complicated [00:10.99]about the way we live [00:15.24]We're all here for each other [00:19.13]happy to give [00:23.14]Proud of who we are [00:26.87]Humbled beneath the stars [