Michael, what's the problem?
Music by Mark Zonda
Lyrics by Mark Zonda + Steve Lanzavecchia


Rest your wings and stop a little more.
You can't touch her hand but feel her soul.
Is it really what she feels
Or what you thinks she needs
to feel it better,
and Michael's better.
Don't you know that black and white
Brings roses out of time
and here we are
If she could see me
For - a - while

Get high
and whisper to her mind
The power of a smile
So Michael what's the problem?
Your soul
It's only Rock'n'Roll
The etheral strofe you wrote
So Michael what's the problem?
It's true
We are not supposed to choose,
Just getting to the groove
So Michael what's the problem?
Suggest
and make her understand
it's far behind that dress
the weaky tissue drove you mad.

Drive them crazy with your moody walk
Spin and jump and breath another song.
Not the colour of your skin
But the drive you feel within
to feel it better
and Michael's better.
Don't you know that black and white
Bring roses out of time
and here we are
If you could lead them
Just - this - once

Last night
I thought I saw you cry
But then you changed your life
So Michael what's the problem?
You stepped
returned into the past
forgiven sin at last
So Michael what's the problem?
Up there
Caught in the flash of light
Black angel, half a star
So Michael what's the problem?
Beware
the name is just a shell
the truth behind that dress
the real spirit goes unchained .



copytighted by studiosonda