Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Kissing and running, kissing and running away Senses be praised Nothing will stand in your way You're my saving grace Saving grace Nothing will harm you Nothing, nothing Nothing will stop you

I'm running after you throughout The valleys of tormented souls Don't you be afraid of me only kissing your shadows You're so far away, I can your scent When I carries your shadow And if you truly want I'll cross the line I'll follow Eight above yer