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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 ...

Written by Oliver Kreyssig, Heiko Maile and Marcus Meyn