Timorea
He's like a nine year old on a sugar rush. Totally incapable of taking anything seriously. ©
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I was looking for a breath of life
For a little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head say, no

To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the start of the end
But all the choirs in my head say, no

But I would need one more touch
Another taste of heavenly rush
And I believe, I believe it so

And I would need one more touch
Another taste of divine rush
And I believe, I believe it so

Whose side am I on? Whose side am I?

And the feel of it rushes through me
From my heart down to my legs
But the room is so quiet

And although I was losing my mind
It was a call that was so sublime
But the room is so quiet

I was looking for a breath of life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head say, no

To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the start of the end
But all the choirs in my head say, no

It's a long way and it's come from paper
And I always say, We should be together
I can see the look, because this song has ended
And if you are gone, I will not be long (Be long, be long, be long)

And I started to heart it again but this time it wasn't you
And the room is so quiet

And my heart is the heart of a life
For the devil to dance again
And the room is too quiet

I was looking for the breath of a life
A little touch of a heavenly life
But all the choirs in my head say, no


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