I am hunted by the future
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture
Of my everlasting cast?
Will the future be my past?
Or is time a fade out picture
Of my everlasting cast?
Love is phasing
Love is moving
To the rhythm of your sight
I get closer
To the crossing point of light
Love is moving
To the rhythm of your sight
I get closer
To the crossing point of light