Rapture
COME ON
Feeling the breeze purging all your beliefs
I'm glad to see you finally turned off that screen
Now let me tell you gotta move on or freeze
After finding out what moving on means
Oh man
If you could only see the unseen
The smokeless lamp of your conscious being
You scorched the surface
And now you face your djinn
With wide far mind
After a great music night
With wide far mind
After a great music night
COME ON
I can't feel my legs
I can't find my eyes
My lungs are long gone
You healed me inside
Kissed your paper lips
Loved you all night long
My skull is now open
With a hole in the bone
With a hole in the bone
It's where the smoke comes from
Do not come any closer
Take off your shoes
For the place where you're standing is holy ground
Stay a while, you know how it goes
Could tell you about so many great things
But I can't help if you are your biggest foe
Your only foe
People look me like I'm insane
Like I'm kind of a disgrace
They never thought beyond of this
He's running towards the death kiss
Cause I drink by the eight and ninety
Rules of art, they are my specialty
And I make love exceeding by delicacy
Still I don't sink
Feeling the breeze purging all your beliefs
I'm glad to see you finally turned off that screen
Now let me tell you gotta move on or freeze
After finding out what moving on means
Oh man
If you could only see the unseen
The smokeless lamp of your conscious being
You scorched the surface
And now you face your djinn
With wide far mind
After a great music night
With wide far mind
After a great music night
COME ON
I can't feel my legs
I can't find my eyes
My lungs are long gone
You healed me inside
Kissed your paper lips
Loved you all night long
My skull is now open
With a hole in the bone
With a hole in the bone
It's where the smoke comes from
Do not come any closer
Take off your shoes
For the place where you're standing is holy ground
Stay a while, you know how it goes
Could tell you about so many great things
But I can't help if you are your biggest foe
Your only foe
People look me like I'm insane
Like I'm kind of a disgrace
They never thought beyond of this
He's running towards the death kiss
Cause I drink by the eight and ninety
Rules of art, they are my specialty
And I make love exceeding by delicacy
Still I don't sink
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Writer(s): Jp Vieira, Ricardo Marlière
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