We were the pink rose soldiers of the century of blissful
We were 1969
We were Jimi and Janice
We are the prophets of ourselves
We choose the way of dimension
We are caught up from the amount of the frenetic love tension
Need to make some time.
Who's to say if I'm alright?
Can't take to know they lie,
Til they drop the common lie.
When we were young souls
On the junk-yard
Now we are stunned minds
Full of junk-goods.
But I feel your heartbeat
Just like mine
I feel your heartbeat
All the time.
'Cause I'm tired of all this talking
'Cause everything you hear is empty words.
But who am I, oh to say this
'Cause everything you hear is just words, yeah.
And we were bound to the city life
Flashlights when we're falling into the night
Focused on what you feel
Just when you were calling her love that day.
Are we going round in circles?
Are we running out of time, are we?
Are we losing something precious?
Are we hanging onto something special?
I think so.
To follow the wind
Where it takes us
Spoken from within
To follow the wind
You will know now
That there will be no end.
Through the years I have learned
Try to conquering my world
I'm sitting on a fortune
And falling in love.
Love's the meaning now and you
Are the one who made it true
And my blood seems obviously
Oh, a haunting melody.
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