Paroles: Faithless. Outrospective. Donny X.

{Instrumental}

Quiet...

Still...

You feel there's nothing going on
Until you release
The space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
Your thoughts seize
Pleasure grows in your soul

The space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
Your thoughts seize
Pleasure grows in your soul

{Background} This is the part where I start to impart.