Peace at last The opus laughs When I tell it I'm ready (Ooh-oh)
Steal the rhythm out from my heart Your burning hands make a perfect star Black sun on the horizon Turning tricks to tell our senses apart But I like it
It's just a little frightening To lose everything I've had so long
Steal the rhythm out from my heart Your burning hands make a perfect star Black sun on the horizon Turning tricks to tell our senses apart But I like it
Ooh, into the sun our memory return Ooh, spirit bonds explode Are you ready to know everything? Oh, believe and, believe and we will become one Oh, letting go with your soul Oh, let it go with your soul Steal the rhythm out from my heart Steal the rhythm out from my heart
