Blackness,
All is wrapped in blackness.
Covered overall,
Blackness,
All is wrapped in blackness.
Covered overall.
Can't even see my fingers in front of my eyes,
Moving like ballet dancers in slow motion.
And the sound reminding me of bugle calls,
Hurricanes my heart into commotion.
Waiting is never wasted time (x2)
Even loneliness is full of life,
And the sound reminding me of bugle calls,
Hurricanes my heart into commotion.
Waiting to be discovered.
Waiting to be discovered.
Waiting to be discovered.
Waiting to be discovered.
Even loneliness is full of life.
All is wrapped in blackness.
Covered overall,
Blackness,
All is wrapped in blackness.
Covered overall.
Can't even see my fingers in front of my eyes,
Moving like ballet dancers in slow motion.
And the sound reminding me of bugle calls,
Hurricanes my heart into commotion.
Waiting is never wasted time (x2)
Even loneliness is full of life,
And the sound reminding me of bugle calls,
Hurricanes my heart into commotion.
Waiting to be discovered.
Waiting to be discovered.
Waiting to be discovered.
Waiting to be discovered.
Even loneliness is full of life.