Texty: Royksopp. Junior. This Must Be It.

Waiting for a beam to break through here
A chain way vision, all bright and clear
And they talk and they dance

I was expecting something pure with a golden hair
Arms full of bracelets and smoke in the air
And they talk and they dance

Here comes darkness, just afternoon
Waiting for a sign
If I survive, I'll worship the moon
Or something, anything

This must be it, long for bliss
First it was so quiet
And now I know I'm not alone in here
And they talked and they danced

Two elements, collide in my open hand
Making me a viewer, I am water and sand
And they talk and they dance

Your hand on my hips, speak friendly to me
I've been studying for years, patiently
Is this as far as you can take me?

This must be it, long for bliss
First it was so quiet
And now I know I'm not alone in here
And they talked and they danced

This must be it, long for bliss
First it was so quiet
And now I know I'm not alone in here
And they talked and they danced

This must be it, long for bliss
First it was so quiet
And now I know I'm not alone in here

This must be it, long for bliss
First it was so quiet
And now I know I'm not alone in here
And they talked and they danced