paroles de chanson Lost Items - JPattersson

I feel light is tied up to the atmosphere
It's changing when day turns into night.
Slowly the steam is set in motion
The fear is low the temptation high
So high
So high
So high
So high
Hours passing by time is relative
My hair soaking wet but my mouth is dry.
The dusty ground is shaking under thousand feet
Colorful flashing lights in the sky.
Slowly I feel the next wave coming
And I'm losing myself in wide open eyes
So wide
So wide
So wide
So wide.