The Notwist and Ben LaMar Gay - Oh Sweet Fire

Gradually cold
Seasons fall down on me
Seasons fall down on me
Gradually cold

Gradually cold
Seasons fall down on me
Seasons fall down on me
Gradually cold

Gradually cold

Deep in the action
No, never just words
The block's on alert
As red as the eyes that are glaring

I march with my love
Yeah, we chant and we roar
The sound of drums reflecting off buildings
As high as the fist that has risen

Oh, sweet fire
I feel in her palm
The urge to let it be known
To the powers that be
That true balance is due
Overdue
Sweet fire
I feel in her palm
Never just words

Never just words

Written by:
Markus Acher, Michael Acher, Christoph Beck, Ben LaMar Gay

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sentric Music

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