Texty: Absynthe Minded. Cascade.

turning around burning the ground

it's shooting to know that i found my love

exploring profound enjoying your sounds

it's shooting to know that i found my love

i care not not to tell that i fear your spell

scared as hell i am counting down for lift-off

i'm leaving my shell



we are the two we are the few

we are buzzing away the night

there's no time te lose

there's no time to use

fountains spreading a stabile sound

i care not not to tell that i fear your spell

scared as hell i am counting down for lift-off

i'm leaving my shell



i care not not to tell that i fear your spell

scared as hell i am counting down for lift-off

i'm leaving my shell for good

i am counting down for lift-off

i'm leaving my shell