It's time; soon it's time for yet another fantastic energy boost. It's time for every cell of the body to be loved; it's time to feel alive.
On Wednesday night I'll be singing, I'll be dancing, I'll be smiling, I'll be crying.
On Thursday morning I won't feel as heavy hearted as I was after the Albert Hall, 'cause on Tuesday I'll be in London, again, for yet another show.
Tuesday night will be magical.
What will happen thereafter, I don’t know?
Brittle Heart (BA)