Jess was only ten when the first pods washed up on the shore. She'd been standing with her toes dug into the sand, letting the cold Atlantic Ocean swirl around her ankles, daring herself to venture ... [+]
Indepen_dance
Every man
Every countess
Every Sam
Every Dawn
Must go and fight
its own
In-deep-dance Indepen_dance
Day
bee-pa-pe-lu-la
he´s my baby
bee-pa-pe-lu-la
Hey, hey, hey
That´s what I say
While I´m dancing with myself
Building my own IN-Depen_danceDAY