My Time Songtext
von Lori Denae

Making sweet be sour
I don′t belong here
I've been sleeping in the shower
Caught in between fears

Oceans are in my hands
Behind locked to its core
By my design
I can feel it
I can feel it
Sliding through my hands
This my time

Trouble finds its purpose
I′m trying to find mine
I'm afraid it's too urgent
Lost in my own line


Oceans are in my hands
Behind locked to its core
By my design
I can feel it
I can feel it
Sliding through my hands
This my time

No interruptions
No more abductions
My ears are ringing
Noises are singing

Oceans are in my hands
Behind locked to its core
By my design
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can hear it
I can hear it
Sliding through my hands
This my time