Yael

Being here's no paradise, it only takes two, to see what's not right, we could be great stars, make the sea turn blue, stardust as we part, all need is better light, show what we can do, magnify us to see why, our songs still resonate, hung on lines of truth, served up fresh to taste, this bistro is our life, it dances to our tune, even as a transport pike, doesn’t matter how late, we wail our kitchen tunes, just give us a break, pray for easy nights, to latch on what is new, catch our chickens fly, well beyond the coop.