Hold me close till I get up. Time is barely out of sight. I don't want to waste. What's left the storms, which is love, is all we'll ever through the trust through the highways to my shadow through the Sundays. Oh, finding life along the way go in melodies these walls, through the wastelands through the highways to my shadow through the Sundays, and we'll grow in the horizon. Turn us to thousands through the highways to the highways hold me close till I get up.
Time is barely on rays, bye, finding life along the way.
Source : H-tech mania