Your voice
Is taking me to some higher level
Your arms
They protect me against the nasty world
Your sweet eyes
Is a ocean I love to swim

Your my seat belt
You hold me tide
In feather I crash

And even hundred feets above your head
And i´m still thinking about you when I´m there.

Your hands
Always guides me to some better place
Your hair
Draws the lines of your tenderness

Your my seat belt
You hold me tide
In feather I crash

And even hundred feets above your head
And i´m still thinking about you when I´m there.

And even hundred feets above your head
And i´m still thinking about you when I´m there.

And even hundred feets above your head
And i´m still thinking about you when I´m there.