LYRIC

[Verse 1] Touched on me, by the warm hand
With the real capability
Brushed on me, with the cold sweat
Maybe too literally
Every time I look over at you
I have visions of windows breaking in my head, I don't know what to do
So I go up to the beach where, nobody can reach me and wait for God to do what it do

[Hook] Swept away by a tidal wave of love, without an emotion
Swept away by the longing labor of love, without any warning [x2]

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