Virgin Snow - Menace & Lord
Written by:Kris Menace/Simon Lord
A pleasant of questions with bonfire and since escutcheon
And I feel
We've cleaned this aah
A crystal ceiling
Watch we'd be dealin' and life tools full
And set their flights
It's high and on
For something resolve
We roll on gas
Ohh I've got a feeling
The sight and on for stepping into your soul
We do and it can't
Ohh to the feeling
A moment there's a feeling
The ego they peel in and get through
We've the shadows from sides
Out of millions can seek no more
The question knock you in ground the dark and
To let things sort out
The sight of love
For stepping it slow and real them
We're lookin' and you feel it
The sight of love
For stepping it slow and too hard to get
We're much into feeling
The sight of love
For stepping it slow then we get through than that
The motion we could feel in
The sight of love
For stepping it slow we return
The sight of love
The motion we could feel in
The sight of love
For stepping it slow we could feel in
Then we're in sight of love look into feeling
The sight of love
For stepping it slow and too hard to get
We're much into feeling
The sight of love
For stepping it slow and too hard to get
We're much into feeling
The sight of love
For stepping it slow and too hard to get
We're much into feeling
The sight of