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I was five years early maybe five years late
when I walked through the door on 90:th Street
I hadn´t heard about the holy room
but I knew I had love and life within reach
She took me by the hand
said I´ll walk you upstairs and I´ll walk you cross the land
Time is running out
oh but I love you now and I´ll live it somehow
Cause it´s a sweet sweet connection
In a time of sadness and a time of reflection
Sweet sweet ascension
Oh I fly by your touch dreaming in the holy room
Tell me the story of the Navaho girl
I need your voice as I cry in my sleep
One life passing as a child is born
and the ocean is pounding on an empty beach
I´ll take you by the hand
I´ll walk you to the water and I ll walk you through the sand
Time is running out
oh but I love you now and I ll live it somehow
Cause it´s a sweet sweet connection
In a time of sadness and a time of reflection
Sweet sweet ascension
Oh I fly by your touch dreaming in the holy room
But you could not still my hunger
Oh how could you
My hunger was deeper than the well in your eyes
And I could not dry your eyes oh how could I
But I love you now and we´ll live it somehow
Cause it´s a sweet sweet connection
In a time of sadness and a time of reflection
Sweet sweet ascension
Oh I fly by your touch dreaming in the holy room
E Nyström (Manus) |
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