Love comes to make you a woman
as it comes to free me from my prison of gold.
Above us only a natural state
since we found what it means
to get our feet on the ground
Oh Love.
Time will pass us by
Souls who dance alive
and if we live and die
they'll cut across the line
Time will pass us by
Souls who dance alive
and if we live and die
they'll cut across the line
and so let the Sun dry our tears
let Moon light up our fears
because nowhere is like us here.

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