Miracle Songtext
von Skyharbor
Miracle Songtext
Weak and feeble
Poor mankind
Overcome
Pack of lies
Lonely world
Future sound
Stay asleep, there′s so far to go
All I ask is, please, don't fill your life with treasure
And nothing more
Never let your temper take control
Let it go
Never choose to love somebody then sell your soul
I′ll wait for you, and you'll find it so mysterious
All the beauty you will discover
When the stillness seems so serious
Dive deep into the colours
Stay asleep, there's so far to go
All I ask is, please, don′t fill your life with treasure
And nothing more
Never let your temper take control
Let it go
Never choose to love somebody then sell your soul
Stuck inside this daydream once again
I remember dancing vividly
Under innocent midnight skies and street lights
I keep waking up
As I sink into the sand my time has come
And I′m waiting for the endless tide to come
I give this lonely world future sound
Pretending not to feel like a liar
I am pretending not to feel like a cynical and wretched soul
I give this world future sound
Oh little boy
Oh, if what I see is real
Oh, then you are my miracle
Oh, if what I see is real
Oh, then you are my miracle, oh
Poor mankind
Overcome
Pack of lies
Lonely world
Future sound
Stay asleep, there′s so far to go
All I ask is, please, don't fill your life with treasure
And nothing more
Never let your temper take control
Let it go
Never choose to love somebody then sell your soul
I′ll wait for you, and you'll find it so mysterious
All the beauty you will discover
When the stillness seems so serious
Dive deep into the colours
Stay asleep, there's so far to go
All I ask is, please, don′t fill your life with treasure
And nothing more
Never let your temper take control
Let it go
Never choose to love somebody then sell your soul
Stuck inside this daydream once again
I remember dancing vividly
Under innocent midnight skies and street lights
I keep waking up
As I sink into the sand my time has come
And I′m waiting for the endless tide to come
I give this lonely world future sound
Pretending not to feel like a liar
I am pretending not to feel like a cynical and wretched soul
I give this world future sound
Oh little boy
Oh, if what I see is real
Oh, then you are my miracle
Oh, if what I see is real
Oh, then you are my miracle, oh
Writer(s): Frank Becking, Claudia Maschelski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com