167 Damillia - Ocean Grove

What I’d give

To be otherwise

What I am

It’s only just to live

What I’d give

To be otherwise

What I am

It’s only just to live

Step, step into my place an unfamiliar face

And in that moment I am taken away

Tremors start to engage

Now my pupils dilate

This sympathetic pulsing, heaving

Giving into this

Not the type to resist

Can you feel me needing?

Wanting?

(Needing), Wanting

What I’d give

To be otherwise

What I am

It’s only just to live

Place your hands on me

Consume my everything

It’s better off that I free this frenzy

Don’t keep the strange within

I know it’s not the same

I just can’t live without passion burning bright

Yeah!

Get up!

Slave to the rhythm and I can’t stop

Yeah!

Get up!

Yeah!

Get up!

Slave to the rhythm and I can’t stop

Yeah!

C’mon get up!

As I sat there at 167

So unaware of what was to come (What was to come)

In this moment all purpose is fleeting

If I’ve got something to believe in

You got something to believe in

Place your hands on me

Consume my everything

It’s better off that I free this frenzy

Don’t keep the strange within

I know it’s not the same

I just can’t live without passion burning bri-i-i-ight