Get Well Soon Ticktack! Goes My Automatic Heart
And then the sky cleared up and everything
You said became true to me
Everything is green in the springtime - a new life For
everyone and me
To the beat of my automatic heart you sing a song of life
We let it all go by on this easter day - no one
Will divide us again
On the tree above sings a yellow bird of things
From far away that we don't need
