Depths ally, its a moment of tears inside.

A relief for the day you’ll die.

The lock on your key.



Turn the tide, pick a number and make a sign.

Take a walk on the otherside.

There’s much more to see.



Bring the summer to the sun.

Bring the summer to the sun.

Bring the summer to the sun.



In goodbyes, your heart takes a writ of right.

And one for the day you’ll die.

A gift and the call.



In reply, the sun will warm up your mind .

There is room for the inner light.

A piece of your soul.



Bring the summer to the sun.

Bring the summer to the sun.

Bring the summer to the sun.



Turn the tide, pick a number and make a sign

Take a walk on the otherside.





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