Feel It
Unni Wilhelmsen
See her standing, watch him looking A fly is entering a jar of jam Separated by dimensions this repeats itself in time... Get the notion, feel it coming Try to avoid it if you think you can. Separated by a visible nothing, it's bound to be just a matter of time... Feel it... Imagine the river, imagine the sea At a certain point they become one Separating people and land Like always, 'till the end of time... Feel it...