Motif Sky

Feels like elevation of my soul

And feel sensation's rising out the cold

We're intimate strangers

And carefully now

An idea is growing

Somehow...

We're intimate strangers

And carefully now

An idea is growing

Somehow in ourselves

You think you're in a motif sky

Reach the point of never get enough

Go past a height I've never been above

We move in slow motion

And strip raw our minds

A kick, from emotions

Collides...

We move in slow motion

And strip raw our minds

A kick, from emotions

Colliding in ourselves...

You let my spirit fly

Reach the point of never get enough

Go past a height I've never been above...