When I was dreaming
No one would see me
Coming from nowhere
Out of the blue
When I was floating
In Sunday night oceans
Driving through thought streams
Reaching for you
My thoughts keep spinning round your dainty centre in a state between freeze and burn
My soul keeps me swinging in a mystic rhythm that makes me wish to return
When I was waiting
For you to forsake me
I heard you calling:
How do you feel?
When I was searching
Fragments of virgins
That never existed
I wish it was real
My thoughts keep spinning round your dainty centre in a state between freeze and burn
My soul keeps me swinging in a mystic rhythm that makes me wish to return
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