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EuphoriaYou say your heart's a glassWell it shattered on the rocks I know about the rain I grew up with it You found the golden screen When you stood behind Your voice continued on In my mind The ancient moon and the rising run With hearts both beating like a drum How many miles is there to go, Before we hit the mountain snow? Euphoria, euphoria I'm craving your affection Window won't you allow, The light lean on my brow? I've had enough of it Whatever it is The ancient moon and the rising run With hearts both beating like a drum How many miles is there to go, Before we taste the midnight snow? Euphoria, euphoria I'm peeking in sheep skin Euphoria, euphoria oh Euphoria, oh |