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(c) 2013 by The Optimus Prime (André K. / Benjamin K. / Kai S. / Niklas H.)
(c) 2013 by The Optimus Prime (André K. / Benjamin K. / Kai S. / Niklas H.)
Like an embrace of a friend
like your lover's breath on your skin
so many hours we spend
like maniacs on creating tracks
to just fade away - not for paychecks
In the beginning were chords and
a few notes, an inner calling
it felt like a new morning
we woke up when we first hear the sound
By now it's Prime Time when
we're rising to new heights and
at the same time we're falling
so deep though we won’t hit the ground
Songs grow, we recline
and let the sound blow our mind
We close our eyes
stop thinking, start sinking
into red velvet
Like bathing in red wine
like we were sinking into golden light
no matter if it's day or night
like maniacs on creating tracks
humming veins our paychecks
Instruments in hands, we let it go and
a warm bland sound starts growing,
some chords are overflowing
we let it happen, feel them pervade our mind
By now it's Prime Time when
we're rising to new heights and
at the same time we're falling
so deep though we won’t hit the ground
Songs grow, we recline
and let the sound blow our mind
We close our eyes
stop thinking, start sinking
into red velvet
Like sinking in golden light..
Like an embrace of a friend..
Bathing in red wine..
Your lovers breath on your skin..
A feeling like sinking into red velvet...
like your lover's breath on your skin
so many hours we spend
like maniacs on creating tracks
to just fade away - not for paychecks
In the beginning were chords and
a few notes, an inner calling
it felt like a new morning
we woke up when we first hear the sound
By now it's Prime Time when
we're rising to new heights and
at the same time we're falling
so deep though we won’t hit the ground
Songs grow, we recline
and let the sound blow our mind
We close our eyes
stop thinking, start sinking
into red velvet
Like bathing in red wine
like we were sinking into golden light
no matter if it's day or night
like maniacs on creating tracks
humming veins our paychecks
Instruments in hands, we let it go and
a warm bland sound starts growing,
some chords are overflowing
we let it happen, feel them pervade our mind
By now it's Prime Time when
we're rising to new heights and
at the same time we're falling
so deep though we won’t hit the ground
Songs grow, we recline
and let the sound blow our mind
We close our eyes
stop thinking, start sinking
into red velvet
Like sinking in golden light..
Like an embrace of a friend..
Bathing in red wine..
Your lovers breath on your skin..
A feeling like sinking into red velvet...
