Песня: Motif Sky 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 you`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 let my spirit fly
Reach the point of never get enough Go past a height I`ve never been above...
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