Дискотека 90 х

The stars above in scopes. The darkness opens glow. The night begins to glow. And slowly you can flow. The colors start to breathe. It's falling into sea. The cold begins to fade. And certain earth is wait. You build your golden walls. I've built the stage of gross. But now you can't be sold. The truth begins to grow. In silence, walking past. Each step I find the last. You know this from the peak. And feel it on my steep. I see the deep inside your skin. The pulling me give in. Of more than just a flame. But the sound the same. The stories told in rain. You whisper your own pain. You built this world of clay. And felt the same pouring rain. The stories talking past. You only paint the past. You try to feel the deep. I know just what you keep. And stories in your bones. Your truth begins to grow. And slowly from begin. And certain earth is when. The stories talking past. Each step I find the last. You know this from the peak. And feel it on my steep. The stories talking past. You golden me the-