CORE OF SOUND (MODİNHA)
THE MANHATTAN TRANSFER
Now, now that my love burns like the sun
No Longer is there desperation,
That emptiness that serves who we are from what we seem
Now, now that my heart reversed it's pain
Now that my job can sense it's laughter
The days of madness they don't call on me, to shadow me
Here new hope is found
Love made a way, to convey
All the joy that springs within the heart and
Core of Sound
The Core of Sound
No Longer is there desperation,
That emptiness that serves who we are from what we seem
Now, now that my heart reversed it's pain
Now that my job can sense it's laughter
The days of madness they don't call on me, to shadow me
Here new hope is found
Love made a way, to convey
All the joy that springs within the heart and
Core of Sound
The Core of Sound
