Текст песни
Some feel home in foreign streets; some find love in memories.
No wrong moves, no one way; every heart beats its own pace.
Ooh, ooh, everybody's got their thing: a song to sing,
A bell to ring.
Ooh, ooh, no two minds the same; that's the beauty,
That's the beauty, that's the game.
Take your time, take your space; find your rhythm,
Set your pace.
No wrong moves, no one way; every heart beats its own pace.
Ooh, ooh, everybody's got their thing: a song to sing,
A bell to ring.
Ooh, ooh, no two minds the same; that's the beauty,
That's the beauty, that's the game.
Take your time, take your space; find your rhythm,
Set your pace.