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Dissolve

February 2001 Flying Stone

1
A dream, what else can be
this flight to the north where I should meet my love.
Hopes, expectations,
try to kick them out of my burning heart.

Chorus
We stand face-to-face and watch our lucky eyes,
our hearts beat like drum machines.
We lay on the bed, our bodies dissolve
in an ocean of love, in an ocean of love.

2
Darkness and night outside,
but deep love inside, and so warm the light.
Broken the shell
between us both, one body, one soul we are.

3
Streets now look different
through the eyes of us two walkin' hand in hand.
Step follows step,
but the dialogue, it has just begun.

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