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Another wasted moment
realising we`re not real.
Can you hear the angels calling
when night is young and silence comes?
you touch my face and
I break down.

Dreaming on, tonight we`re safe
and free under the wings in the
safest place I close my eyes
for a while and you are there, we fly
behind the stars where the distance
ends...

Tonight...I`m sleeping with eyes
wide open, you``re my eyes when
I am not there, these everlasting
angels calling, it can`t be real,
this must be a dream,
you touch my face, you set me free...

When night is young and silence comes,
you touch my face and I break down,
this can`t be real, this must be a dream, you touch my face, you set me free...