Lost Atlantic Dreams - Twain

Man, I really love that feeling

Staring at the ceiling, on my bed, not a thought in my head

Once the preacher told me:

You can save yourself by loving God

I love my self and save the world

When gone is the love that feeds you

And it seems there’s no one left who needs you now

Now is the time to need yourself

For it needles deep within you

That need will keep you heavy on the bed

Filled to the ceiling of your head

That’s when I’m going down to Miami

Am I finally going to see the light?

Coming out of me into the night?

Now that I’ve seen the gardns

Through the window panes and ancient wood

I know it’s too lat for turning back

For love is my only question

I’ve got her dewy skin under my skin

Oh, what a question is this love

To feel the blood pumping

I’m standing on the ledge atop my roof

Knowing my soul is bulletproof

And I don’t take that for granted

Lost Atlantic dreams come back to me

Out of the window stands the sea