February 2001 by Flying Stone

Verse 1
A dream, what else can be
this flight to the north where I should meet my love
Hopes, expectations
try to kick them out of my burning heart

We stand face-to-face and watch our lucky eyes
our hearts beat like drum machines
We lay on the bed, our bodies dissolve
in an ocean of love, in an ocean of love

Verse 2
Darkness and night outside
but deep love inside, and so warm the light
Broken the shell
between us both, one body, one soul we are

Verse 3
Streets now look different
through the eyes of us two walkin‘ hand in hand
Step follows step
but the dialogue, it has just begun

© 2001 Flying Stone