Seventy Five Songtext
von Touch

by
TOUCH

Each night
I close my eyes
and see the sights
of things long past
and yet to be.

Things that you don′t see.


Your eyes
they just see truth
you make them lie.
If you could only
let them see.

Why not set them free?
why not set them free?

I see
the look of thoughts
upon your face.

There's something moving
in your mind.

You′re coming alive.
Coming alive.