Feels like elevation of my soul and feel sensation´s rising out the cold. We´re intimate strangers and carefully now, an idea is growing somehow... We´re intimate strangers and carefully now, an idea is growing somehow in ourselves...
You think your´re in a motif sky
Reach the point of never get enough, go past a height I´ve never been above. We move in slow motion, and strip raw our minds, a kick, from emotions, collides... We move in slow motion, and strip raw our minds, a kick, from emotions, colliding in ourselves...
You think you´re in a motif sky You think you´re in a motif sky
You let my spirit fly
Reach the point of never get enough, go past a height i´ve never been above...