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No one will believe no one comes back,
Lying on the grass fading sun
And in the sky above it - infinite depth
And yet between us, from the heart to the words -
Love is like water poured over and over again
Through our longing prohibitive void
Chorus:
I hear calling me
I hear the sound of the very first
And the sky whispers to us here!
On broken glass separations
No one will believe no one returns
But it seems to me, still remains
Instant wonders in the midst of all the faceless days.
And a little braver, no doubt, and easier
Search for your fire, checking the touch
The edges of our bodies or the sounds of the empty shadow
Chorus:
I hear calling me
I hear the sound of the very first
And the sky whispers to us here!
On broken glass separations
Chorus:
I hear calling me
I hear the sound of the very first
And the sky whispers to us here!
On broken glass separations
Chorus:
I hear calling me
I hear the sound of the very first
And the sky whispers to us here!
On broken glass separations