My soul is desolée.
As much as my truly broken heart.
And then, by the sun, or by the shine, I go down. So deep in my sea, that I may have seen,my rise from the ocean.
Not true at all, not real either. Maybe just a feeling.
Try to fit in, not making it properly.
My fall from the ocean.
Let me breathe again your smell, let me feel your arms around me.
So soft and so clear, that I might have believed It was heavenly real.
As much as my truly broken heart.
And then, by the sun, or by the shine, I go down. So deep in my sea, that I may have seen,my rise from the ocean.
Not true at all, not real either. Maybe just a feeling.
Try to fit in, not making it properly.
My fall from the ocean.
Let me breathe again your smell, let me feel your arms around me.
So soft and so clear, that I might have believed It was heavenly real.