Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr & Dinah Smith
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
Mike Parr & Frida Winsth
There's
A tiny tin man in the sand
A sea of flowers in his hand
Greeting all the mighty waves to land
There's
A little girl with golden hair
Running free with no despair
And I wonder who's brought her here
Into this playful place
This playing space
With sparkling grace
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways
There's
A pretty picture in the sky
Cloudy dolphins floating by
Just imagine how they play and hide
So, let us call upon
Upon the force we keep within
Send our love away
Invite the universe
Into this playful place
This playing space
With sparkling grace
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways
In this playful place
This playing space
With sparkling gracе
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
In a thousand ways
Invite the universе
Into this playful place
This playing space
With sparkling grace
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways
(In a thousand ways)
Invite the universe
Into this playful place
This playing space
With sparkling grace
(In a thousand ways)
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways
Into this playful place
This playing space
With sparkling grace
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways
I wanna sing, sing, sing
In a thousand ways