Purple (VIVO)

There's a spark that it spreads as it burns, then it turns into fire

There's a stone no man owns that it rolls down the road as she desires

When the nights go purple I can even hear them sing, both together like:

La, la, la

There's a leave that it floats on a stream as she's dream by ancient sirens

There's a feather that it flies on the wind from the wing of nest-less owls

When the nights go purple I can only hear them sing, all together like:

La, la, la

There's a star that it shines in the sky and it always sets my mood

Every man is a child when it comes down to staring at the moon