Call from Above
The taste of this apple
Not what I was expecting
Dizziness and upward fall
From my guts to my past lives
A call from Above
To face my own truth
A breach through the wall
To walk with the wolves
In my inner depths
Everything is blurry and blue
Heavy weightlessness
Of the so-called subtle planes
Finally
Every memory makes sense
Voices, chills and gleams
The white strands of hair
A call from Above
To face my own truth
A breach through the wall
To walk with the wolves
Not what I was expecting
Dizziness and upward fall
From my guts to my past lives
A call from Above
To face my own truth
A breach through the wall
To walk with the wolves
In my inner depths
Everything is blurry and blue
Heavy weightlessness
Of the so-called subtle planes
Finally
Every memory makes sense
Voices, chills and gleams
The white strands of hair
A call from Above
To face my own truth
A breach through the wall
To walk with the wolves
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Aureche
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