Weren't for you.
My lips in a cheek,
That wasn't yours,
But all the time
I wished it was.
Put your hands in the air,
Allow me catch you,
Against the laws of the gods,
We will fly through the oceans.
Like pretty leaves
Of the autumn.
Don't blink,
Keep it warm,
Say the right words,
Pray a little bit,
And as much as we can,
Let's play the game.
Put your hands in the air,
Allow me catch you,
Against the laws of the gods,
We will fly through the oceans.
Like pretty leaves
Of the autumn.
Jump into a dream,
Release the whale,
Stucked in your imagination,
And sail away,
So, when the night comes,
You'll sleep tight.
Honey, honey,
Can you see the dark butterflies
Scorching the wind,
In a wing-beat?
Don't blink now,
Keep it warm!
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