Paroles de Motif Sky

Feels like elevation of my soul And feel sensation's rising out the cold We're intimate strangers And carefully now An idea is growing Somehow We're intimate strangers And carefully now An idea is growing Somehow in ourselves You think you're in a motif sky Reach the point of never get enough Go past a height I've never been above We move in slow motion And strip raw our minds A kick, from emotions Collides We move in slow motion And strip raw our minds A kick, from emotions Colliding in ourselves You let my spirit fly Reach the point of never get enough Go past a height I've never been above