Stig Benson The Call
What a lovely night to be okay.
What a lovely night to be so unafraid.
One last shot, don't make it small.
A shot in the night, that is all.
I've been here before, but it's not the same in my mind.
I've been here before, but it's not the same in my eyes.
Something bright, something good, golden hearts, misunderstood.
Something whole with words divine, held together by a better design.
It's a call in the night we see it at first light,
We feel it in our bones we hold it on our own.
It's a call in the night we see it at first light,
We feel it in our bones we hold it on our own.
It's the call.
You feel it now.
Oh Oh
Tell me now what do you see?
Have you seen the light in me?
I've heard that it's all flickered out.
Leaving this head full of doubt.
I've been here before, but it's not the same in my mind.
I've been here before, but it's not the same in my eyes.
Something bright, something good, golden hearts, misunderstood.
Something whole with words divine, held together by a better design.
It's a call in the night we see it at first light,
We feel it in our bones we hold it on our own.
It's a call in the night we see it at first light,
We feel it in our bones we hold it on our own.
It's the call.
You feel it now.
