Twain
Lost ATLantic Dreams (live)
Man, I really love that feeling
Staring at the ceiling, on my bed
And not a thought in my head
Once the preacher told me
You can save yourself by loving God
I love myself and save the world
When gone is the love that feeds you
And it seems there's no one left who needs you now
Now is the time you need yourself
When it needles deep into you
The need will keep you heavy on the bed
Filled to the ceiling of your head
That's when I'm going down to Miami
Am I finally going to see the light?
Shining out of me into the night?
Oncе I saw the gardens
Through the window panеs of ancient wood
And now it's too late for turning back
For love is my only question
I've got her dewy skin under my skin
Oh, what a question is this love
To feel the blood pumping
I'm standing on the ledge atop my roof
Knowing my soul is bulletproof
And I don't take it for granted
Lost Atlantic dreams come back to me
Out of the window stands the sea