Something’s keeping me up, It’s breaking me, bringing me down tonight. And through hundreds of dreams It seems it’s like a break in the satellite.
A fading temperature falls To a level of sustainable breathing-air. And through hundreds of miles of Arrogant smiles, I would still be going there.
CHORUS: Oh, she’s my everything, Oh, she’s not ordinary. Oh, she’s my everything, Oh, she’s not ordinary
Hours and hours and hours and hours and hours, In the break of the morning, Still awake talking about it all. We started breathing the air, Believing and breathing, like it wasn’t there before. And over hundreds of miles of Jungles and tides, I’ll be outside your door.