strike me down i´m worshipping an image
take my eyes they´ll never see no better
still frames can´t justify
the shiver and the sigh
when she moves when she moves
davinci threw his brushes down in anger
picasso threw his hands up in defeat
a captive bird may sing
but this one´s on the wing
when she moves when she moves
here i stand with lead in my heart and hands
i cannot fly with her
and i would speak her name but my tongue is numb
and my brain is frozen
she turns her head, a silver bell is ringing
a gesture and fish leap into the air
she walks, a symphony performing silently
when she moves when she moves