I'm just a man sending telegrams
I'm shouting down from space
Screams are met by silence
How can I wake this sleeping face
I'm taken by this sensation
To some foreign, foreign destination
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure
What I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure
What I really feel
It's all a matter
Of luck and timing
Where we end up on this road
Be careful of what you wish for
Once you get it
You might explode
I'm taken by this sensation
To some foreign, foreign destination
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure
What I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure
What I really feel
What I really feel
What I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure
What I really feel
Where time stands still
Nothing seems real
And I'm not quite sure
What I really feel
What I really feel
What I really feel
compositores: Supla,Victoria Petrusky Wells
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