Image of the Son - Ian Michaels & Nava Michaels

You're never gonna be, what you want to see, Reflected in the mirror when you are alone... Hating your image, walking on the border, Gambling with a dice for your life... Now you cry, now you play, Looking from up there that world you hate. Now you cry, now you pray, Another step and then you'll fly! You'll be your enemy, as long as you declare To yourself to love who you are today! Back on your mind, words against you child, Your heart is still bleeding... Fly, baby bye, you're gonna do it! Fly, your song will never die... Ooh, stopping and thinking why you're crying, You won't care anymore of the others, You are special and surely you are the one! Ooh, you are the one who saves yourself, Take your life and be the key player, Reap the memories and turn them into your strength! Now you are alone, to make your choice again, You change today or go on for another day! Leave the past behind, make room in your mind, Forgetting 'bout who killed your present... Fly, baby bye, you're gonna do it! Fly, your song will never die... You can fly with me - You can fly with me Take my hand and see - Take my hand and see How your life will be - How your life will be If you change your will - If you change! You'll never wanna see, how your will, Can change your haven.

Have you ever broken a bone? What was your teacher's name in third grade? Do you cry when movies hit home? Do you hate your family on holidays? Have you ever had an existential crisis? Have you ever really had a lover like this? Tell me everything, I want your history 'Cause we could be history in the making Tell me everything, talk to me honestly 'Cause we could be history in the making At what age did you have sex? Did you have a teenage phase with cigarettes? Do you ever miss your ex? Do you have a fear of dying with a long list of regrets? A million things you never said? Does it keep you up? Are you thinkin' 'bout it when we lay in bed? Tell me everything, I want your history 'Cause we could be history in the making Tell me everything, talk to me honestly 'Cause we could be history in the making Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha

He's got a thing for fitness, seven days a week But I don't really care unless he's working out with me He's got a thing for flowers, but only certain kinds And by certain kinds I mean, only if it's mine Don't get enough, he don't get enough I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me Don't get enough, I don't get enough He don't get enough, I don't get enough There's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, oh Pink, oh We get palpitations when the week is slow Yeah baby, we get anxious mostly on the days we don't Use physics to fit in our love Use physics to fit in our love, uah ah Don't get enough, he don't get enough I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me Don't get enough, I don't get enough He don't get enough, I don't get enough There's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, oh Pink, oh That he loves the color pink Open up your mind Wanna walk through the corridors and open doors I wonder if they're pink Open up your mind Wanna walk through the corridors and open doors I wonder if they're pink Don't get enough, he don't get enough I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me Don't get enough, I don't get enough He don't get enough, I don't get enough There's no innuendos, it's exactly what you think Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, oh Pink, oh Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink, oh