Turning hours into minutes,
Knocking on the Doors of a Lovely Cage
Turning hours into minutes,
Your voice swings deeper,
As I crave your melodic tune.
Sparkling eyes connect souls,
Blind love drives us to the sublime.
Falling every time, I fail to rise,
Whispering love in solitude,
Heartaches in fleeting happiness.
Are miracles in reality?
I may not wonder about the future,
For the fruitful present is in our hands.
Nearer, I wonder, living lives in fantasy!
Living alive in a...
Turning hours into minutes,
Your voice swings deeper,
As I crave your melodic tune.
Sparkling eyes connect souls,
Blind love drives us to the sublime.
Falling every time, I fail to rise,
Whispering love in solitude,
Heartaches in fleeting happiness.
Are miracles in reality?
I may not wonder about the future,
For the fruitful present is in our hands.
Nearer, I wonder, living lives in fantasy!
Living alive in a...