Paroles: Moby. 18 B Sides. Landing.

Thick black soul
Moving slow, moving close to you
This life, I don't know
It seems kinda sick to me

Hold each other tight
Walking through to my destiny
This glitter in my eye
Catches light, catches sympathy
This glitter in my eye
Catches light, catches sympathy

Your lips are moving
But I can't hear what you say
Stars are falling
But you still feel the same way

This shield
What is real is believing

Thick black soul
Moving slow, moving close to you
This life, I don't know
It seems kinda sick to me

Hold each other tight
Walking through to my destiny
Glitter in my eye
Catches light, catches sympathy
This glitter in my eye
Catches light, catches sympathy

Your lips are moving
But I can't hear what you say
Stars are falling
But you still feel the same way

This shield
What is real is believing

Thick black
Thick black
Thick black