*LYRICS*

Bella von Butterfly looks out the window,
The ceiling feels tight on her head.
It’s been fourteen hours, her spirit needs oxygen,
Bella’s been bound to her bed.
The clouds race with fervour, the hillside is sparkling
Beckoning out to the rain.
The heating is stifling, Bella is itching
To get out and pedal with Jane.

[pre]
(Oh) they tell her “Sweet lady, the pavements are puddles,
Sit down with your camomile tea.”
But Bella would rather be on her white bicycle,
Pushed by the wind, feeling free.

[refrain]
Feeling free, feeling free, feeling free, feeling free.

Jane is in quarantine stuffed like a sausage
With antibiotics and Coke.
The neighbours are nervous, it’s driving her mental,
She feels like the butt of some joke.
It’s been seven days and the bedroom tastes stale,
The dust bunnies gather and grin.
She wonders if Bella with hop on her bike
And come shake her a tonic and gin.

[pre, refrain]

The storm clouds have shifted and fears have subsided,
It’s spring and the pansies have bloomed.
Jane is all better, the country’s red letter,
Recovered from panic and gloom.
The friends are rejoicing, the children are cheering,
The town fills with laughter and glee.
The meadows are muddy, the road is wide open,
It calls past the sycamore tree.
  
[pre, refrain]

White Bicycle

This was recorded for my dad for his funeral RIP Ti Voglio Bene

Ti Voglio Bene

Tractate 4

Self Checkout Remix

Remix of Reckless by Aria

British-Israeli singer-songwriter with authentic indie-pop music, driven by urban rhythms and catchy storytelling lyrics.
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*Debut EP dropping summer 2022!*

White Bicycle

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