Weta - Calling On

See the life force from the sun
Can you hear your heartbeat?
Hold the light upon your face
Plant the seed among us

Calling on, calling on, calling on, calling on

Switching off my radio (radio)
Breathless bliss upon me
Sleeping would I see some peace?
In my dreams I'm flying

Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on
Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on
Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on
Calling on, Calling on, Calling on, Calling on

Life is smashing open
Like a fallen angel
Like my paranoia
Like to screen planes over
Like a smoldering offering
Like a trying passion
Like I'm falling over
Like I'm suffocating...

So calling on, sending out
I'm calling on, sending out
I'm calling on, sending out
Calling on...

Calling on, Calling on, Calling on
Calling on, Calling on, Calling on

Oooh oooh...