Tekster: Sarah McLachlan. The Freedom Sessions. Elsewhere.
I love the time and in between the calm inside me
In the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a distance I have wandered
To touch upon the years of reaching out and reaching in
Holding out, holding in
I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it, long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand?
I know this love is passing time, passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire
But I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near
I believe, I, I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand?
Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
The mold that clings like desperation
Mother can't you see I've got to live my life the way I feel is right for me
Might not be right for you but it's right for me, oh
I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand it?
I would like to linger here in silence
If I choose to, would you understand it?
Would you try to understand?
Would you try to understand?
In the space where I can breathe
I believe there is a distance I have wandered
To touch upon the years of reaching out and reaching in
Holding out, holding in
I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it, long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand?
I know this love is passing time, passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire
But I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near
I believe, I, I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand?
Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
The mold that clings like desperation
Mother can't you see I've got to live my life the way I feel is right for me
Might not be right for you but it's right for me, oh
I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me
And I'll defend it as long as I can be
Left here to linger in silence
If I choose to, would you try to understand it?
I would like to linger here in silence
If I choose to, would you understand it?
Would you try to understand?
Would you try to understand?
Sarah McLachlan
Sarah McLachlan
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