Camouflage 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...
