Up
Come with me
up to the night
in time with love
love me
in your eyes
your ice
on the shoulder
spies
take a walk with me
to the land of free
where theres no need to hide
culture is a golden compass
the needle spins inside
i want you
cant you see it in my ice
land of never above the sky
land of never above the sky
up there angel child
eagles fly
your jewel
the map
hides inside my eyes
Sunday, 17 April 2011
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