Colour´s, smother me
People tie my tongue
Sensation reach right through my skin
Is this where I belong?
It´s finding a point of attack
So there´s no going back
No getting soft, we are taking off
Feel yourself glide inside
Feelings, heeling me
The air repairing me
Surging down my spine
Like a melody
Space is racing
My pulse is swift
Caught in the cross hairs if you catch my drift
Hunted by vision of my own making
But so aware of each step I´m taking
It´s finding a point of attack
So there´s no going back
No getting soft, we are taking off
Feel yourself glide, inside
Feelings, heeling me
The air repairing me
Surging down my spine
Like a melody
