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I speak from some sort of protection of learning

Even tho' I make it up as I go on

A special trait is that I've tried

To reach all feelings

So I speak a new language of love



Some say that it is written in the circle

Others that it is written in the sun

But I protect myself by seeing this experience

As a metaphor for moving on



Sometimes I check myself

To start to believe in

The horoscopes you read everyday

They're telling me somethings

I really ought to know

But then again I like to

Then again I learn to

Then again I'm running away



Vision is coming so fast I can't stop myself

Vision forgets who is real

On the city streets, people get lost

Just waiting for history

Pushing the real world away



Taking a chance only once in your life

Only weakness can stop you from hearing

New languages

Translate each word

As they bring you creation

Your voice is the perfect key



Is there something that

I'm supposed to see



Is there something that I'm

Supposed to feel

I'm with you

And I can't help but want to know



(Talk to me)

Is there something that I'm supposed to teach

(Speak to me)

Is there something that I'm supposed to find

As I reach to the healing in each spoken word



For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute

I'm chasing every second before I let go

Yesterday my history

Dreams are still a mystery

This living is a gift I should know



Lay it down and let me live the new language

Let me learn at every twist every turn

Lay it down and let me love the further futu