Friday, March 2, 2012

Another One

You will pull strange gifts
From the heart of trees

Unforgotten love
Not forgotten peace
Oooooooooh no

Will you drag me into
The heart of the boiling sea?
Oh Sara, I hear you calling me:


You're a golden beam
Breaking into the ocean deep
On a single breathe
To be led to escape, nooooo

Now you cast your light
And Exposing the same colors
You consume my mind into silence
Oh Sara, I hear you calling me...

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