Feel It
Unni Wilhelmsen
Feel it, UNNI WILHELMSEN
See her standing,
watch him looking
A fly is entering a jar of jam
Separated by dimensions
this repeats itself in time...
Get the notion,
feel it coming
Try to avoid it if you think you can.
Separated by a visible nothing,
it's bound to be just a matter of time...
Feel it...
Imagine the river,
imagine the sea
At a certain point they become one
Separating people and land
Like always, 'till the end of time...
Feel it...