I’m lying
Over my head I hear something is moving
I’m sleeping
Dreaming I want to be with the one I hate
To with pain bleeding out the pain
To with shame bleeding out the shame
This light is so much more then you see
Seven o clock in the morning
Seven o clock in the morning
Another night without dreams
Without the pure warnings
While I’m listening
To every word through you
Turn around, turn around for me
Turn around, turn around for me
And now I feel that something is moving
I feel every word like a breeze
You’re my shore
You’re my shore
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