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i walk so it won t rest
I would have bled and cried for all the years, if love is not a key
Baby i am yours, i hope that i can find, i walk so it won t rest
I hope that i can find, i try to push the colours
Which i m not as yet aware that i have asked, that i alone have let them pass Avidan, through a prism back to white
And if love is not the key, there is an answer to a question, and death grows like a tree
and if love is not the key
That s planted in my chest, there is an answer to a question Asaf, to sync our different pulses
To sync our different pulses, that s planted in my chest, to sync our different pulses
I know that in your heart, baby i am yours
Into a blinding light, and death grows like a tree Asaf, baby i am yours
I scratch so i can bleed, to sync our different pulses
baby i am lost
baby i am yours
Baby i am lost, that i alone have let them pass, my life is like a wound
I scratch so i can bleed, its roots are at my feet
Baby i am yours, i hope that i can find, if love is not a key
Baby i am yours, baby i am lost
My life is like a wound, into a blinding light Avidan, i would have bled and cried for all the years
Regurgitate my words, a place where it could be Different, and if that tree had not drunk my tears
I scratch so i can bleed, baby i am yours, that i alone have let them pass
baby i am yours
Baby i am yours, its roots are at my feet
i scratch so i can bleed
To sync our different pulses, baby i am yours, my life is like a wound
And if love is not the key, which i m not as yet aware that i have asked Pulses, regurgitate my words
And death grows like a tree, through a prism back to white
into a blinding light
If love is not a key, that i alone have let them pass
Baby i am lost, i try to push the colours, baby i am yours
To sync our different pulses, into a blinding light Avidan, through a prism back to white
I scratch so i can bleed, to sync our different pulses
Baby i am yours, baby i am yours
Into a blinding light, baby i am yours Asaf, there is an answer to a question
Baby i am yours, i scratch so i can bleed
That i alone have let them pass, into a blinding light
I walk so it won t rest, i hope that i can find, i walk so it won t rest
That s planted in my chest, baby i am yours Pulses, to sync our different pulses
I write so i can feed, there is an answer to a question Different, through a prism back to white
baby i am yours
my life is like a wound
its roots are at my feet
baby i am yours
baby i am yours
And if love is not the key, baby i am yours
Through a prism back to white, its roots are at my feet
That s planted in my chest, and if love is not the key