Ballora's Song

Ballora's Song

Ballora's Song

Why do you hide within your wallsWhy do you hide inside your walls
When there's music in my halls?When there is music in my halls?
All I see is an empty spaceAll I see is an empty room
No more fun, an empty placeNo more joy, an empty tomb
It's so nice to sing all dayIt's so good to sing all day
To dance, to twirl, to float awayTo dance, to spin, to fly away